Insecurity: A Love Story

The Shortest Story on the Lie of Love “Naomi is at your location, please collect your order,” was the long-awaited text message I received, refreshing my phone for the delivery confirmation. Naomi was my delivery driver that got to trek it across Long Beach at 9:30 am to deliver the “passionate lover” bouquet of flowers…

Outsmarting Your Opponent

A Story about slowing your role… “You have 1 new message,” opening it faster than my iPhone could complete that obnoxious “ding,” notifying me. “I’m aware I have a new message,” verbalizing my frustration to the ding itself, as if more upset at the noise than the novel of a fucking text response I received;…

“One Day at a Time”: Tweaker Edition

Miss me with that Cliché shit “Glenn, we’re just going to take it one day at a time,” he suggested, clearly not understanding the gravity of my current situation. Meanwhile, I was sweating out a 6-month methamphetamine psychosis recalling the financial obligations I had…I don’t want to say neglected…maybe overlooked. I was unamused with his…