Human, Like You.

I’ll admit, I’m obsessed with how you processmy projection, how your consciousnessconceives of my existence -- this corporeal form before you.Do I bore you with myfrequent expressions of frustration, or do youfind me worthy of your attention? Maybe we’re not there yet…are you faltering behind that veil of perception?The one that perceives me as the … Continue reading Human, Like You.

That Brutal Day on the Corner of Olive Avenue and Bernard Street.

Note: The real names of the individuals in this story have not been used in order to protect their identities. I wasn’t old enough to get a real job, but a sixth grader named Lance chucked the newspapers around Lewis Drive and graciously offered me his flyer route. I got twenty-five cents a flyer, which … Continue reading That Brutal Day on the Corner of Olive Avenue and Bernard Street.