Yesterday was 9/11. I always have difficulty writing something for that day. Seems everyone has something to say about it, and about the Quran-burning that was supposed to have happened last night (but thankfully didn't), and I get that. I don't really have anything to add to the countless blog posts that say it better ...
Tag Archive: last cigarette
Aug
18
The One Where Karl Quits Smoking.
Well, that's it. It's after midnight. By now, I'm probably curled up into a fetal position in my bed, rocking back and forth, crying for my mommy. Or I might be all drugged up so I can sleep for a couple of months, preferably. Either way, you can be damn sure - tired as I ...
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I’m a writer. A lover, not a fighter. An amateur philosopher who enjoys shaving giraffes and dancing around my living room in my boxers.