People often think that when others in situations like mine demonstrate ambiguity in their actions this means that they actually wanted what happened to happen to them and then later changed their mind or regretted their complicity.
The belief of a young child is limitless. Every new thought has a power greater than an adult can possibly experience. There is little current of expectation to wash it away. It is concentrated, potent imagination. So potent that if you can read this you are likely unable to reproduce such a great imagination without … Continue reading I do believe in fairies. I do! I do!
The thin slime of dissolved animal flesh that coated every surface of grandpa's slaughterhouse was occasionally thick enough to skate on in boots. Working for grandpa was often grueling and always fascinating. Grandpa as young man starting career peddling flesh. There are few experiences as satisfying as pressure washing brains out of the foramina magna … Continue reading Slaughter house rules
Although he has been thinking about how he was going to to explain to mom why he only had one shoe left, he should have just been thankful that he wasn't dead. Maybe he was. Maybe being thankful for life is just to go on living without fear of death. Better to fear mom. It … Continue reading Just another near death day