Monthly Archives: May 2017

I’m What’s Known As A “Difficult Patient”

A baffled nurse from “Africa” (the, frickin’ … continent) said to me once, “Why can’t you be grateful? You have a bed, you have food, you have medical care.” And I said to him, “Because this isn’t where I live, … Continue reading

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“i may have done my best”

i may have done my best in a blackout to fuck up your life over the phone and looked at the clock every day at 12:34 awaiting your phone call for all these years since, but there’s always the hope … Continue reading

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