“Here’s how to make it in life,” Charlie growled. “You don’t go around demandin’ respect without bein’ willin’ to give respect.” Charlie paused and reached for his coffee. He only asked people to fill it “halfway” so he wouldn’t shake it all over himself on the way to his mouth. Was it old age? Parkinson’s?Continue reading ““Table Games””
This short story (?) originally started in June 1997.
Day 1 – 9:05 p.m. Prozac dose is 40 mg once daily. It has been the same dosage for a little over nine months now, and life seems to calm most of the time. Let there be ripples. This drug does weird things to one’s emotions. At times, it feels as if there are noContinue reading “decidophobia”