Chapter Two September 1st, 2026 Mom's death didn't get sympathy cards. While they hugged, cried, and ate ham sandwiches on her sofa, not one of my her family members reached out to her only child. One aunt lied and told her she'd stick by me as Mom died. That while she consumed her pain-pills by fistfuls, and needed her, as a respected "caregiver" read: junkie. Her racket for many years has been assisting the sick while herself and a close friend liquidate med cabinets.

Chapter One August 31st, 2026 Three years back Mom died with me behind this prisoner's fence. Thus marking the cruelest moment of my life not only accounting to me robbing myself of being beside the foremost figure of my life's topography I rented a body off of, during an event making me aware grief prior was practice and their expressions melodrama. This brought on sadness returning childhood's tears with sobs like accompanying being in the meat department, daydrea

Chapter Two August 30th, 2026 My papa was rarely proud, maybe explaining him picking a shotgun over ham to eat for Easter dinner when I was 12. One time I know he was happened on a Saturday morning aged 9. During "Scooby-Doo" I switched to "The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Show" on ABC to CBS, telling him all Hanna Barbara toons, even "Superfriends" (the comic adaptation was DOPE, and "Challenge" season with the Legion of Doom I can't hate on) garbage and from now on I would o

Chapter One August 29th, 2026 About two months back after a decade plus of senseless, endless cannonades of stacked screens with "Wild'n Out", "Ridiculousness", and whatever freak-show TLC - plastic surgery mutant hookups, unintentional potty-mouths, or two-ton teens was showing answered my prayer off a survey two years ago. New cable, service plus provider. Saying it again, my debt to society is paid, living caged with non-streaming platform TV, with the creepiness of p