Chapin City Blues

Writing is writing whether done for duty, profit, or fun.

Let me start off by apologizing to Angela, my coworker, for failing to post the video of me reading the piece. It’s not that I don’t plan to, but there’s something I want to do to it.

Verbatim

I don’t think I ever showed my vulnerability in public before. It is very rare that I choke on my words because the emotions I felt when writing something come spilling out. I’ve read things about my grandmother before, but never in this sense.

Here’s the truth: These last months have been harder for me as realization set. Jeanna and I have split in the past, but nothing to this degree. And the more I long for a return to normality, I know that it cannot happen. Just because you want something so badly, doesn’t mean you should have it.

So when I wrote the piece, I intended it as something bigger. And it will become something larger than what I read. Stay tuned.

Portrait of the Monster as a Human

Empathy is something I haven’t felt in years. And now I’m standing in front of a world that’s less of a mystery.

 

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