The more I read about Aphantasia, the more so much about my memories begin to make sense. The more my struggles with reading, with creative writing fall into place. I've never had a mind's eye, apparently. But, I'd never thought... Continue Reading →
My 1987 Acura Legend didn’t want to go any further west than Waynesville, North Carolina. She had a bad transmission when my ex inherited it from her uncle. He bought it new. For cash. Found the receipt one day about... Continue Reading →
“Does anyone really even like T.Rex?” she said with a shrug. “I fucking love T. Rex,” I thought to myself sitting there watching this 20-something gal pontificate on the importance of Marc Bolan’s output. While T.Rex certainly deserves some love,... Continue Reading →
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