On the red couch, I sip my coffee, I smoke a cigarette. He chops up Adderall, which is blue, which he takes with Zofran and Dilaudid. Next, enzymes and precise shot in his belly for clotting. Jessie Girl (as he calls her), his CN, arrives at 11:00 a.m. and runs the vacuum in the living room, the hallway, and his bedroom. He sells her an automatic weapon he built in his man cave, he sells it for $600 which he uses to pay off his funeral. He and Jessie Girl have a special bond. He can talk to her when he can’t talk to me.
Surviving the Pandemic with Angel’s Flight * literary west
As the Project Editor for Angels Flight * literary west, in 2020 – when New York was hit hard by the pandemic. I devised a 30-day generative workshop that I hoped would carry me and the participants safely through the next 30 days, And it did. Apart=Together