Nothing seems to kill me

She said those lyrics were going to kill me. I said they’re just lyrics, imagining. Release. She said, “I don’t like them. They’re not you.” I set my phone on the nightstand, tossed off the covers, swung my feet to the floor. I gazed out the window into the night and considered hugging a moonbeam,…

I Make Bad Decisions

I make bad decisions. For example, after drinking quite a bit at a wedding reception in the French Quarter, I kept on drinking. Up and down Bourbon Street I went with my then-girlfriend. I watched a street artist who was incredible, then watched some other guy plop what I thought was an insulting number of…