CW: Suicide References Round these parts, you’d usually have a hard time seeing with your headlights cut off, but I have no issue seeing what lies before me: My objective. My goal. The end all be all of my life’s existence. Working all day on a factory floor can lead a man to believe that he’s nothing more than a glorified ‘button-pusher’. Well fuck that, I’ll make them see. They’ll all see after tonight. “Rustyyyy, get your work boots out of the hallway.” “Rustyyyy, don’t

We were standing in line to buy tickets for the circus, one family standing between us and the ticket counter. Little did I know how this family would leave a lasting impression on my life. It was my tenth birthday and my father wanted to do something special for his “little girl.” He suggested either the movies, a baseball game or the circus. Although I dearly loved each option (my home away from home each summer was Yankee Stadium, and I adored the silver screen so much tha

“Bebby slams into Florida.” “What?” “Bebby slams into Florida.” Clara stared at Phil, hunched over his laptop, talking with his mouth full, getting muffin crumbs on his keyboard and all over the kitchen table. He didn’t seem to care. She did. She was eating wheat toast, with just a little strawberry jam, much healthier than that muffin. And she kept all her crumbs on her plate. Almost. Any that fell on the table were quickly whisked away. As civilized people know to do.