Grief Pig (A Lover of Loss)

Grief Pig (A Lover of Loss)

The other night, I started writing a piece about addiction. Partially because it’s something I struggle with, but mainly because I wanted to be pretentious about it. I’m not going to sit here and pretend there’s not certain subjects I get really pretentious about.

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The Mysterious Stranger

The Mysterious Stranger

It's the middle of the afternoon and I'm cleaning my Cavalier in the driveway of my parents’ house. I'm in college and its maybe twenty-five minutes before class. Between the studio and classes, I was hardly ever home, so my car became a lived-in wasteland of garbage. My parents had a long driveway and I was parked up near the house with a shop-vac running for about a half hour before he showed up.

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