: About Me

Smoking state of mind and a penchant for punching.

My passion is ...

induced by gin.

I know too much about ...

New York City real estate.

My parents always told me ...

Don't eat the yellow snow.

Why I write ...

Because otherwise it gets way too loud in here.

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Regret

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This is a narrow hallway, long and thin, the anorexic arm of a house. Two light bulbs, one spent of its glow, and a bright-eyed exit sign bear down judgmentally. So many people in the hallway faces, blurred and blotchy, life in cubism a hand, knees bumping by accident, shoulders touching, flesh like sandpaper to mine, limbs unattached and floating in space. I want to apologize, say: I wouldn't get this close to you if I didn't have to. I wouldn't thrust my personal space into yours, but we're drunk. I blindly hurl out a hand, fingers catching the wall, suction-cupping there like a baby-on-...

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