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After class had ended, I strolled out into the student parking lot. However, a foreboding sight had caused me to halt dead in my tracks. There, leaning up against the rear of a black stretch limousine, stood Byron. Byron Jacobson, as I remembered him, was an impoverished, good natured, easygoing and down to earth, nerdy, yet simply minded kind of guy, who came from a very poor family. Although presently, for some unknown reason, everything about him seemed different, in fact, he appeared to have change...
CW: themes of mental health and sexual violenceEach street sign had originally read the words, “No Turn On Red.” But, after I had finished with these signs, each one of them then read the words, “No Turn On Fred.” However, after a full year of my getting away with painting the letter “F” upon hundreds of street signs, a police officer had finally caught me right in the act. One week following my arrest, while in court, the judge had asked me, “Why would a thirty-eight year old man do such a childi...
CW: drug use, mental healthI cannot explain why I had such a strong gut feeling, but I’m very glad that I trusted my intuition and had participated in what my friend, Steven, had claimed would be the most exhilarating, enlightening, and mind-expanding experience of my entire life. The event, which I speak of, had occurred a couple of months ago after my friend Steven had returned from an extensive vacation in Peru, where he spent time socializing with numerous indigenous people, such as the Urarin...
Becky, after sleeping upon the couch, had now emerged from her stupefied slumber. As she slowly entered our bedroom, her inquisitive voice had unavoidably awakened me: “Oh, Christopher, are you asleep?” “Yes, I am, Becky, as a matter of fact, I’m sound asleep. But I bet you’re only asking me this because you don’t want to wake me up, right?” “Yes, Chris, that’s right, and since you’re ‘sound asleep,’ you won’t mind if I help myse...
Everything was ready for the ritual, everything, but with one exception, me! For some time now, longer than I’d care to admit, my life has been a perpetual juggling act, an endlessly balancing, teetering pendulum, swinging between life and death, regulated by an all-consuming dreadful fear of sleep. Night after night I’m either fighting to stay awake, or gorging myself with powerful sedatives, intent upon numbing myself comatose, using whatever means necessary to get me through the night. Pills usually put me either in a coma-like state t...
One night after going to bed early, it was rare form, but I had fallen asleep practically instantaneously. I slept soundly, but then at around 4:00am a bright light shining on my closed eyelids had caused me to awaken. Upon opening my eyes, I found this bright light radiating from the spirit of a little girl standing alongside my bed. She appeared to be approximately seven years old, had on a blue dress with white lace trimming, a white hair-band in her long medium brown hair, and wore white knee-socks with...
Although it happened many years ago, I remember it like it was yesterday; in fact, I can vividly recall the entire incident. The following is my own interpretation and clarification of Mr. Byron Carter’s fatal, freak automobile accident! Behold: It was during a hot summer day in the year of 1985 when my car had unexpectedly died, as a result, I began hitchhiking home. It wasn’t long before a couple, who appeared to be in their mid sixties, stopped to pick me up. The driver had quickly introduced hi...
I was in a dreamlike state. Words appeared before my very eyes. Sentences sailed on endlessly through the air, but still, I never flinched, or at least not until the surrounding solid walls began breathing. Yet, I just could not believe all the beautiful colors. It felt as if I was in a wonderland. Then suddenly, my hands began pulsating and glowing, while at the same time all that was tangible moved, and all that was audible echoed. While turning over to lie upon my ba...
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