Springfield River Rats. That’s what I was in middle school before I moved to Washington in the seventh grade. No one fit the role more than me. It didn’t help that if you lived in Noland Village you went to Springfield Middle School and most of my Elementary classmates went to Williamsport. From the outset I was an outcast and money became a huge ( Read more... )

Once in school and we were asked to write a paper on what we wanted to be when we grow up. Everyone else started writing, but I had no clue what to write about. I sat there thinking of what people did in the neighborhood. Everyone I knew either didn’t have a job or had a labor job, my mom was a cashier at a small grocery store. The teacher noticed ( Read more... )

Back to square one inaholeagain.

I have no clue what I'm doing.

Even at your worst, you're incredible.

sleepy time

The ground I walk on folds underneath my feet. The air is heavy and made of lead. It’s saying, “It’s for the best.” People climb up trees trying to get the best glimpse of the skyline. The trees start to sink and then it’s damage control. From what I can tell, anxiety was born and bred here. Alcohol is anxiety’s second cousin and they’ve been ( Read more... )

I look back at my sister and ask, “Where’d you get the bike? I’ve never seen it around, there is no way you borrowed one ( Read more... )

If I'm really really quiet. Will you stay?

Something cool might happen in May...but shhhh it's a secret.