Attempting suicide ended up being one of the best things that ever happened to me because I finally didn’t give a shit.
If you're behind, click here for Schoolhouse Porn! Channel 1, click here for Schoolhouse Porn! Channel 2 and click here for Schoolhouse Porn! Channel 3. Or not. This is the part with actual porn. There was a bed with an ugly flowered comforter, the kind sewn with fishing line instead of thread, facing a dresser with a huge... Continue Reading →
Unconditional love was emitted through a little box in the living room when Mr. Rogers talked just to me and no one else. It was like we were all alone in his awesome house just doing cool shit, such cool shit that it required both a shoe and sweater change to do.
This was markedly the first of many times that the man I’d longed for so desperately finally showed up - at the entirely wrong time.
The only thing more stupid than living in Reno is living in Reno’s sister city, Sparks. This is the story of how I ended up in Sparks, which, as you might expect, led me straight to smoking. I was always suspicious of parental surprises, especially when it involved getting in a car. With my biological... Continue Reading →