The computer stared blankly back at me. I wondered for a moment if it saw the bags under my eyes. If it could smell my arm pits after I hadn’t showered in three days. Did it care that my teeth... Continue Reading →
A baby from a king cake. Kept as a memory. Of New Orleans, I'm guessing. A memory that faded to nothing. See ya.
It was a Thursday morning. I remember that much. The day was much like every other spring day. I woke up around 10 in the morning. I turned on my computer. I stared at it for a while. I ate... Continue Reading →