Joel's Diner_My Best Friend Wants to Die_Revolution reborn post pandemic_Circa 1992
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Joel's Diner
CW: abortion On Saturday nights, the diner gets busy just after 9:00 p.m. I don’t mind it. It helps keep my mind off things—things like unopened bills, unanswered texts, unreturned phone calls. “Say Billy, I’m ready to order,” rasps the grizzled old man, raising a finger to get my attention. Typical of Fort Worth, he always wears a cowboy hat and belt buckle the size of a salad plate. I trot over. “Let me guess. You want chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, no green beans, and extra gravy?” I take the menu from him, a menu he knows by heart. “You got it,” he taps his hat. “Guess I’ve been co...
My Best Friend Wants to Die
My best friend wants to die. It is very important as I tell you my story that you know two things: the first is the story is absolutely true and the second is I have no idea what to do. I guess it’s also important you know there are so many things that could have happened differently and if they had I would not be able to tell this story.Young men, oftentimes, make big decisions for insignificant reasons. One such instance happened when I decided to join the military in 1988、 I joined the Army but I could just have easily joined the Marines. I probably joined the army for no better reason than...
Revolution reborn post pandemic
This is a letter to whoever is reading this. It is the year 2025 I am a young girl who is living with a happy thriving family. Then came the Pandemic in March 2020 which completely disrupted our cheerful lives. At the start, while everyone was rushing to stock up on toilet paper and canned items for the lockdown, we woke up the next morning and had breakfast with whatever we had in the house. We seemed calm but inside we were all stunned. My mom and dad tried to be as cheerful as possible and kept talking about positive outcome about how I will be attending school from home on online platforms...
Circa 1992
Circa 1992 Cassidy found herself sitting on a couch at a house party somewhere on Staten Island. The room was filled with cheap cannabis, even cheaper furniture and cigarette smoke. Sandwiched between two half-baked stoners, her mood began to spiral as the clock ticked. She didn’t want to be there. This wasn’t how she wanted to spend her night. But when you’re the best friend of a chick who’s fucking a drug dealer, compromises are inevitable.Michaela and Cassidy met Tommy at a club. They were loowww.onedoor.ccking for their regular drug dealer, but he was nowhere to be found. Tommy was a friend of a friend ...