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Light drifts, filtered through the window, it’s early evening and the sun is setting on the other side of the building. Soon, someone will turn on an interior light so they can continue to see the cards. For now, the room, the lighting, is how I like it — dusky. You can’t quite make out [...]
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There is so much I want to show you. Not tell. Show. That’s what they teach you about writing, right? Show, don’t tell. But I’m the narrator. I’m telling you about a time in my past. All I can do is tell you. The catch here is how well I illustrate the entire time. I [...]
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I was searching. I wanted to believe — my romantic ideals wanted to believe — there was someone who could offer me the security and understanding I longed for. It was tough. It was tough to look, it was tough to realize, tough to accept that if it ever was going to happen, it wasn’t [...]
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It is later in the evening. That sentence seems redundant but I will leave it there anyway. And that one. And . . . well, anyway. We had vacated our room for theirs, then theirs in the hope of something more. Saved by the Bell reruns, local news (a station that has recipes [...]
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Here is another example of my life (rather this isn’t an example, it is a story; I want to say a parable, but I know that too is wrong): ninth grade. The first time I got drunk purposefully. (Once, in fifth grade, I had without trying.) I had gone over to a neighbor’s house because [...]
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I’m sitting here now, typing, in a small room. Years have passed since the previous paragraph; the keyboard feels strange under my fingers. Between the time I wrote the previous sentence and the time I’m sitting here editing it. Time moves. I can’t stop it. Years pass and I’m older and people expect me to [...]
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In the parking lot of the hotel, I see a girl try to unlock her door. She seems angry; she looks hot in that horrendously slutty way. She has cut the top of her jeans off, causing them to ride dangerously low on her hips. (Dangerously? I love it; it isn’t dangerous. Slutty, but not [...]
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Of boys trying to unravel the intrigue of the opposite sex. Of why I find females attractive. And what makes them attractive. And more importantly, what makes them people.
It is fascinating how so many famous people live much like I do. We do. They use Cool-Whip, watch Tom Brokaw and shop at Tower Records. And [...]
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One can hear a song dozens, perhaps even hundreds, of times and never realize it was not written specifically for oneself. I recently heard a song on the radio. This song I have heard over and over for years on an irregular basis. In all the times I heard the song, I never thought it [...]
