A Blue Moon Ohana

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This may come as a surprise to some of you, but the life of a depressive, socially inept shut-in is a rather dull one. There are often days, sometimes even weeks, where I lose track of time; My life becomes a constant routine of eat, shit, sleep, repeat. Saturday morning was no different. I slid […]

Sometimes you accidentally bite into one of the disgusting coconut ones. Then you realize, through the course of a lifetime, venturing hesitantly, that the entire damned thing has been swapped with the bastards. The culprit? Mom… At least that’s what Freud would say. At least that’s what every sympathetic look from every psychological personnel in […]

Getting Back on The Proverbial Horse

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The last few days have felt surreal, to say the least. I’ve been hesitant to write this post, for fear of willing the idea that this truly is all a dream into existence: a viable fear for someone who, post-traumatic brain injury, was told that “maybe all this is just a figment of your comatose […]