As a child I would have reoccurring dreams of being left alone.  Throughout the dream I'd find myself in empty towns, cities, and houses where the occupants had left moments prior to my arrival.  I'd find half-smoked cigarettes, microwaves counting down the last few seconds of a reheated dinner and backyard swings that remained in motion as the ( Read more... )

"Newswise - ITHACA, N.Y. - Although the average Facebook user has some 130 "friends," in reality, Americans have, on average, slightly more than two confidantes, down from three 25 years ago"

Not sure how it caught my attention but it did.  Upon glancing through the article I let out an apathetic "sigh", questioning why such a blatant fact would ( Read more... )

And how does a lonely man fill the void?  Two ways really.  The first of which you'll find splattered across my F: drive.  Brunettes, blondes, redheads, all concocted together to present an on demand illusion of companionship.  Simply choose your temporary companion for the night and allow the grips of reality to slowly melt away with the setting ( Read more... )

I guess I should preface this entry by stating that I am intoxicated.

I quit my job. I know that doesn't sound like much, but it means a lot to me. It actually means a shitload to me.I left all my friends in an effort to return to school and seek further education. Though they all consistently stated I have made the "correct decision", the ( Read more... )

This entire scenario of cutting out relatives became most evident while I was sitting across from family during Christmas, staring into the faces of complete strangers who labeled me as nothing more than the man who, "is still working at xxxxxxx."

"But I helped build your house..."

"I helped you move from apartment to apartment."

"Don't you ( Read more... )

"Don't tell me"

"Oh, but I have to" she stated in the playful manner that all girls do when they conceal a secret.

"Don't tell me.  I don’t want to know, I don’t want to know…" I repeated, but it was to no avail as she decided to go into it anyways.

"She has a boyfriend" she spurted out over the phone as she allowed her voice to trail ( Read more... )

She, along with my passion for anything, managed to get up and walk out at the same time as if conspiring to do so all along.  Together, I envisioned them driving off to that distant place that had pervaded my dreams and captivated my thoughts.  I imagine them on some beach, together, drinking Coronas and casting off their entire time with me as a ( Read more... )

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