Dark Night of the Fourth Floor
You did it again, I told myself. Spread open your arms, pointed at your vital places and said, “aim for here…it will hurt best here.”
You did it again, I told myself. Spread open your arms, pointed at your vital places and said, “aim for here…it will hurt best here.”
” I was asking for the relief from living that the drug supposedly gave, with none of the greasy memories I tied to it still attached.”
My son’s not on your spectrum, your stupid rainbow of pain and awkwardness.
And anyone who wants to sign up for a copy can now, cuz Amazon. They won’t get it til November. But neither will they suffer when the book sells out the first day. I don’t know if that happens. But it might, don’t take chances with important matters. The mother of my child hood friend,…
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