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It was awkward at first, but then it became routine. When I started working at Big Don’s the walk-in was a maze, and everywhere I put a dirty six-pan seemed like a personal offense to whoever was in the dish pit that day. I was an outcast, but I was willing to learn. And the…
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I won’t bother with the military jargon. Frankly, that’s only used to prove something to other vets. I’m not trying to prove anything. It was mostly waiting around. Discipline was gratefully received, as most of the world denied uniformity and order. Others played games. If you were talented, mildly psychotic, and dumb you were enlisted…
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Nevermind the hatred. The pulse of fear and lethargy produce the racket in my heart. The constant state of needing to sit down but never comfortable when my body sinks into the shape my spine has etched in. I can’t sleep on my shoulders anymore; the compromise being staring at the ceiling fan awaiting whichever…
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I hate the way they changed you. Skin sloughing off broken boundaries. Influx of charred carbon scattered along your thighs. The tubes. The mechanical wheezing of compression and release, lungs collapsed drowning in sewage. I hate the way they look at you. The fact they gave you a name. All eyes on Parkinson’s needle scratching…
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Assumed, but when I was in elementary school whenever I went to the bathroom the floor was coated in stale piss. Your glow-in-the-dark sneakers would damn near stick to the floor and leave you struggling against an embedded sock or lack of balance. Pissing contests have a long legacy in public restrooms. The first thing…
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I can’t think of anything. The gray fuzz that swirls during meditation only blocks out. Never produces. When people think of meditation, they think of trying their best to not think of anything. Maybe this blank stare at my screen serves a higher purpose. It mostly comes in flickers. I had a weird dream last…
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The first time I was introduced to this sub-culture, I was 17. I call it a sub-culture not because it branches off from some artistic origin; in fact, it is so vast but eclectic that finding an origin has proven to be impossible. Some folks point to it as the origin. I wouldn’t stoop that…
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