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Welcome to the SocietyThe first words I heard when I awoke were "Today is the first day of the rest of your life." This was quite ironic, considering that, as far as I could tell, I was dead. The last thing I could remember before waking was being pushed in front of a speeding taxi. The next thing I knew I was dead. Or something like that. No ambulance, no resuscitation, just a cheery voice telling me that today would be the first day of the rest of my life. Queer, to say the least. My body was still mangled from the accident. My left arm was unresponsive, my head tilted to the right no matter how much I tried to prop it up, and when I went to scratch my lower back, I found the signs of a pretty horrible road rash. And yet, I felt no pain. In fact, I barely felt anything at all. No pain, no hunger, no fear. Queer indeed.
"Come along then," said the cheery man, waving me to follow him down a long corridor. He didn't look in any better shape than me. There was a gaping hole where his nose should have been and
The Best Halloween EverAs a kid, Halloween was my favorite holiday. Getting to dress up and be someone amazing for one whole day, and getting to pretend that I was that person to my heart's content made me the happiest boy on the planet. And unlike holidays like Christmas or Easter, there was no fake mascot. No fake Santa Claus not bringing me a new bike, or fake Easter Bunny not leaving me eggs to find in the front yard. There was always a guarantee of a bag full of candy, a day full of costumed fun, and a night full of even more costumed fun and candy! When it came to Halloween, I was livin' the dream, my friends. Livin' the dream.
When I was 8 years old, I convinced my parents to buy me a hockey mask so I could be Jason from Friday the 13th for Halloween. I think when they realized that my whole costume would be that $10 mask, they just went for it. The rest of my costume consisted of blue jeans, shoes that never stayed tied, and a Power Rangers t-shirt. Why? Because this deranged, seemingly immortal seri
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
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