Beep. Beep. Beep. The heart rate monitor chirped out a persistent, annoying, rise-at-dawn bird that needed David’s missile to the head. Smash, thud. One less giant nuisance of a noise. Why was I thinking this way? I don’t hate birds. But I do hate hospitals. And yet here I am. Uncalled-for but present. Inhaling ammonia…
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I’m a man with strongly held beliefs that keep changing. I read and observe in some desperate Sisyphean attempt to bolster the dam of criticism looming high over my valley of idyllic homes. The homes are my pride and joy, borne of minutes and even hours of research but erected by in-the-flesh memories. I take…
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For being Death Row, the hallway didn’t smell all that bad (thanks in part to me and in part to my condemned cohorts who, despite being allies of anarchy in the eyes of the law, kept their final residences in a state of cleanliness that would make any non-cat-lady spinster smile). I say cohorts but…
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