Thought Catalog

Alexander Helmke

Lives in St. Paul, MN. Writer of fiction and a founding editor of Revolver, a new arts and culture magazine out of ...

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The Season Of Leaking Fear

My counselor, when I started seeing him two years ago said it is okay to withhold certain things from my parents. When I am trying to be honest with them is when they are skeptical about my life.

Bonfires

We knew the house by the smoke. We knew the house from high school. We did not need to look at the coat-hangered address swinging from a tree.

Week-And-A-Half Stand, Part Two

We tell each other our ages. She is surprised that I am younger by three years, she doesn’t know how she feels about that but I tell her I have a lot of grey hair but don’t worry tonight I can act old. I can always act.

Why I Started Smoking

I read a book that said there are locations where people can go anywhere without the smell of cigarettes. It was a quiz. If you said yes then you were closer to an upper middle class lifestyle. In a twisted way I smoke to represent my class.

In The Early 2000s

I told Jesus to go to hell and then cried to the sound of my crying. It was liberating; something was lifted. I’ve read that he carried something heavy somewhere important.

Bar Napkins

Once I was at a music venue and the woman next to me asked if I wanted something from the bar — I didn’t want a drink (I told her oh I’m okay), but wanted to talk to her — and I never saw her again; she never came back; I’m not used to these social cues.

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