#11: Dear Cyanide”

Dear Cyanide, No one ever quite understood why I gave you that nickname; they thought me wholly weird, and I said it more out of habit than anything. Who would have thought that the nickname I came up with freshman year, would be so telling years later.  It came up because we were finding things … Continue reading #11: Dear Cyanide”


Sticks and Stones Were the Games We Played

.....When I was younger I was picked on relentlessly. I was so pathetic, that even a foster kid, who was probably experiencing the shit-hole we sometimes call a foster-care system, would degrade me, and this was what, head-start, kindergarten? Fat Lazy Loser Poor Pathetic Dirty Stupid.... My friends were the kids on the edges of … Continue reading Sticks and Stones Were the Games We Played