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Going into fifth grade my Father married our Stepmother and we moved into the city. Calling Slocomb a city is like calling Dothan “Birmingham”. Trust me, that killed in Alabama. We’d been living on my Father’s bosses property in a trailer that belonged to us. We had love if nothing else. When our Stepmother entered

On Robert Pants II

I needed Katara’s number. Wait! Let me Finish! I did not reach out he sent me a stupid Christmas message in a bottle and my dumbass opened it. It was only his number in red and green. Of course. You know who he is. Anyway, I needed some help from Katara. I wanted to talk

CDC

We were so poor- A tree falling was the most exciting shit in my life…for MONTHS. My Brother and I discovered it after a storm, and we used it as a staging ground for some epic fantasy shit. (For months) It was so much fun. But I’m a “millennial”. The fuck you say… Bitch! You

Work It

Last night, I was having trouble getting to sleep(Quiet, DEMONS!)and couldn’t relax until I wrote about it. It was insane how I felt before I wrote vs. how I felt after. It’s my go-to and always has been. Crazy stuff happens and my first instinct is to write it down. I’m not calling friends or