August 19, 2019
You go to Afghanistan to find Osama bin Laden.
You get deported back to the U.S.
You sell your story to Hollywood and become famous.
You get addicted to cocaine with your agent Marty Howell while attending D-List celebrity parties.
You fall in love with a porn star named Tiffany Waves.
She breaks your heart and leaves you when your fame ends.
With nothing left to lose,
August 16, 2019
I think I caught that Aveno Flu from all the bird drippings on my car! And you may have too, god forbid! I still have my cough and if you are coughing, I expect you’ll be doing so for a few months. This, whatever it is, really hangs on. I wish we were together coughing our guts out like we used to do; remember how we always used to get sick together?
August 15, 2019
The thing about dad is he’s always been distant. Ken and I never had much of a relationship with him. But I swear he was different before he was reduced to rubble. Before the factory shut down and jobs evaporated the way crops do in a famine. Suddenly and without warning. He worked on an assembly line. Like his dad did. Like he probably wanted us to do.
August 14, 2019
Though I declared to be one of your own
And i innocently sat among the
Rest of the men, behind you back, behind
My heart, I betrayed thee, oh dear Savior.
What prize is there to win in payment of
Eternal life in hell? To give up your
Identity and to forever lose
The dignity of knowing you,