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My brain is like New Orleans was right after Hurricane Katrina hit. Ideas, thoughts, and emotions are clinging to makeshift rafts, looting stores, and rioting, respectively. The cacophony is making my ears ring. I can't concentrate and I'm all jittery like a young boy who just drank 10 Red Bulls, or the same boy 15 years later who just snorted three lines of cocaine from a dirty wooden table, or the same boy 30 years later on the other end of a drug dealer's Glock. Maybe I shouldn't have met ...

"Please mom, stop throwing things," I wished I could say as a dinner plate shattered against the wall in front of me. My mom wouldn't have been able to hear me, though. She wouldn't have been able to hear anyone or anything except the slithering tongue of her rage. "Stop it! Please mom, you're scaring Rebecca!" I said to myself again, looking at my sister’s face, tense with unfamiliar fear. I looked at my dad, who sat in a shell-shocked silence. For a moment I thought that maybe he had been h...

"Please mom, stop throwing things," I wished I could say as a dinner plate shattered against the wall in front of me. My mom wouldn't have been able to hear me, though. She wouldn't have been able to hear anyone or anything except the slithering tongue of her rage. "Stop it! Please mom, you're scaring Rebecca!" I said to myself again, looking at my sister’s face, tense with unfamiliar fear. I looked at my dad, who sat in a shell-shocked silence. For a moment I thought that maybe he had been h...

Old Man Warner was an interesting old guy. No one in town really knew much about him other than the fact that he fished and he loved the ocean. Both of those things completed him. When he wasn’t physically out fishing, he was performing his own kind of verbal fishing. In public places he would sit and bait his hook with all sorts of made up and dramatized stories and the second an open ear drifted by, he would cast out and reel it in. It’s happened to me multiple times. It’s happened to all o...

One year ago tonight, I sat with her on this small beach and professed my love for her. Subtle waves crashed into the shore as she told me she felt the same way. We kissed in the artificial light behind us and breathed in the serenity of love. It's a different story now, though. I'm at the same beach with the same person (and her best friend), yet nothing is the same. The waves are crashing into the shore exactly as they were a year ago and we're sitting in the same artificial light, only now...