Monthly Archives: August 2011

Drinking, Drugs, Sex, and Literature

Must’ve been twenty-five years ago. So long ago. “You’re a wannabe poet,” he said. He was drunk, as usual. I didn’t respond. I knew he was feeling insecure. But I also knew he meant it. After all, I wasn’t getting … Continue reading

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