It started with bourbon in my coffee…which made me feel incredibly adult-like, cool and collected, even though I was nervous.
A year ago, I drove to Seattle & Portland on a typical (non-long) weekend. It was Mormonism-flavored and I was suicidal. How I gave up the religious attire there, and more.
As an eighth grader Kurt discovered the body of a classmate who had committed suicide by hanging.
Netflix and Kill, anyone?
These new mental powers could make Wilvert Teeter rich and famous, but he didn’t care about any of that. He just wanted to know for sure what other people were thinking about him.
Everything is hazy; the air feels thick and tight. Even now, some years and so many fires later, I still sleep with the windows open.
What are you brave enough to watch this August?
“I solemnly swear I am up to no good.”
Do the regular scholarships not fit your particular set of skills?