Three Napkins I Scribbled My Soul On

Recently as I was filing my chaotic pile of notes that clog my writing desk I came across three napkins with sporadic red sharpie on it. I remembered that last summer I was at a huge party to see a friend’s band. In a fit of something I have yet been able to describe withContinue reading “Three Napkins I Scribbled My Soul On”

The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 9

Chapter 9 I dreamed I fucked her again.  This time without the ending event, we just fucked and fucked and fucked.  I would actually have the same dream not to long after this one.  It was a perfect dream, not because it was about fucking, just because I knew one day I could have her. Continue reading “The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 9”

The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 8

Chapter 8  It was 7:45 when I woke up.  My tour of Humboldt state wasn’t until 11.  So I knew my parents wouldn’t be up until nine.  So I just lied on the bed trying to remember my dream as best as I could so I could interpret it.  First I thought of the beginningContinue reading “The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 8”

The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 7

Chapter 7 I was so freaked out I couldn’t even get back to sleep.  It was still dark, around 4:30am, but for some reason I felt like I had to get out of the hotel room, I felt suffocated and I couldn’t understand why. I knew I couldn’t go out the front door because I’dContinue reading “The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 7”

The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 6

Chapter 6 Then I had another dream. I was talking to her, telling her everything about myself.  Confessing every single pathetic detail of my infatuation with her.   But suddenly she changed.   Suddenly I wasn’t taking to her, but the girl whom I struck whilst pummeling her boyfriend.  But what I was saying wasn’t changingContinue reading “The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 6”

The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 5 “I’ve just had 18 straight whiskies, I think that’s the record” Dylan Thomas’s last words.

Chapter 5 “I’ve just had 18 straight whiskies, I think that’s the record” Dylan Thomas’s last words. That night, I had a dream.   The dream was about her.   We fucked in my dream, we fucked in the hottest most passionate of ways, totally naked, arms and legs wrapped around each other and locked inContinue reading “The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 5 “I’ve just had 18 straight whiskies, I think that’s the record” Dylan Thomas’s last words.”

The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 4

Chapter 4  I woke up at about 7:30, and cursed at myself for not being able to sleep in more.  But I was up, so I leaped my torso forward and erected my position, and pushed down to get rid of my morning wood.  I was dreaming about her.  It wasn’t a sex dream, IContinue reading “The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 4”

The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 3

Chapter 3  I awoke around 8:10.  When you’re a stoner you sleep incredibly well,  but the morning after you go to sleep high is always a sluggish one, which I have every day.  I awake feeling languid but with out the euphoria, your muscles are also tense and achy from a lack of changing positionsContinue reading “The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 3”

The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 2

Chapter 2  It all began in the summer of 2008.  My older sister Jill got a job at a charity summer camp as a cook.  My sister said she could have visitors, I had just completed summer school, and the time was perfect for my parents to get away on a trip and Jill wouldContinue reading “The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 2”

The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 1

Chapter 1 Before you begin reading please be warned that I have a terrible habit of going off on weird and off topic tangents, and I smoke pot nonstop.  That’s basically all this story is.  Also, for reasons I cannot explain, you must never know my name. It happened in Humboldt County, California.  In theContinue reading “The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 1”