Archive for August, 2018

You Can’t

August 29, 2018

You Can’t

There are no safe places.  She sat on the crate outside an empty store. Her cup wasn’t out. She was just there with a cup of Starbucks coffee in her hand. It was her treat to her herself—one of the very few pleasant experiences of her day. The security guard came to her out of nowhere. I am sorry, he said. You can’t sit there. She looked at him. I will be here for just a few minutes, but next time call the cops if you want. I am warning you he told her as he left to walk into the restaurant next door. What is the use? She got up and left. I will deal with this tomorrow. Today I am tired.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Drama!

August 17, 2018

Drama!

Drama—it’s the drama. The drama keeps me going. The drama gives me whatever life I have left. I need to stand out, to have people see me and point their finger at me. There! There I am! Look at me! I need you to look at me! I get a kick out of the stress of the moment. There are many moments of stress in my life, one after the other. They never stop. I feel like a God. I am Somebody. I am not nothing; the nothing I’ve become. I am an important person again.