Trauma. The word lands heavy, evoking thoughts of a fragile mind subjected to extreme instances of devastation, violence, brutality, and depravity. Googling the word itself yields this definition: “A deeply distressing or disturbing experience.” It goes on to offer a tangible example in a sentence: “A personal trauma, like the death of a child.”
All right. You got me. I’m no political scientist. I’m not a law student, or some government employee. I’m just another human being. A private citizen. As such, I have what you may call “common sense.” We all have this. We all use it. And sometimes, when you look at the world around you withContinue reading “Considering a Perfect World”
I don’t recall exactly what reason brought me to Roland’s house that day in the fall of my nineteenth year. More than likely I was meeting up with his sons so that we could set off on some type of mission of fun and mischief. Roland had raised three sons, and the eldest two wereContinue reading “Amethyst in the House of the Sons of Erick”
When I was eighteen years old, my wisdom teeth were pulled. It was a fairly painless procedure in and of itself, as I was unconscious at the time of its occurrence. The maxillofacial surgeon’s assistant sat me in a chair and put a mask over my face. She told me that the gas worked fastContinue reading “Cody”
The age of technology influences everything from the way we do our taxes to the way we buy our groceries. The world of social networking has drastically altered the manner in which we communicate to one another, individually or as a community, and even the formerly staunch rules of interpersonal relations. Blogs have evolved fromContinue reading “Being a Hobo in the Modern Age: reflections on past life and present technology.”
The collar of her jacket had been bothering her from the moment she donned the beige tweed fiasco before leaving the flat. Now she was trapped in a date of the “trying to nail down a life-mate before it’s too late” variety, nestled in a forgivingly private leather booth at the neighbourhood bar.
An old man sits with a book entitled The One Minute Organizer, his umbrella dripping against his leg, a pair of reading glasses perched upon the bridge of his hooked nose.
I was seeing this girl for a while. When I say “seeing”, I mean occasionally we would get together, usually at her place, and screw. I’d buy a case of beer and we’d lay around in her hobbit-sized basement apartment all night watching TV shows and get high and drunk, and screw. She was aContinue reading “Sexually Transmitted Insanity”
Oh, how a simple wayward high five can ruin a perfectly comfortable situation. His date has gone to the lavatory to re-apply her make-up and muster up the strength to trudge through the remainder of this awkwardly pleasant outing.
I want to tell you about one of the funniest lines I’ve ever heard spouted from one person to another. You may not find it that funny, but I thought – and still think to this day – that it’s bloody hilarious.