Hit and Quit

Eighteen months into Korea. Great cuisine, undisputed status as a nightlife legend. I should stay. But also: eighteen months into Korea. Horrific off-balance haircuts like you get before brain surgery, dumb job on this workaholic treadmill. I should go. Somewhere else, absolutely anywhere in the world except for America. I get too infuriated being on… Read More Hit and Quit

Postmortem

Originally posted on Conceited Crusade:
Prompt: “raw.” You died on Sunday. Just a few hours after I’d left your bedside to go sleep at home. At least I didn’t have to hold your hand when it happened. Even though our relationship was a fully broken thing, from wire to wire, it still would have killed…