Chapin City Blues

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

It’s as if he can no longer tell when he’s depressed. The moods just begin to bleed into each other, you know? One moment, he’s elated. The next, a mess. The scrolls through the messages on the screen. Thumbs up the joke. Likes the meme. He writes in a journal. Thoughts and words that hold …

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It’s not always chariots and wild horses. Some times it’s muted speech. A text message while sitting across the same table. A simple gesture. The edges of a mouth curling. A conversation about the flaws of The Phantom Menace while watching the movie. I started thinking about suicide last week. Not my suicide, of course. …

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Imagine being a nerd—an adult nerd—who grew up watching the epic battles of the “star wars” on VHS tapes. Movies recorded off cable TV. Or catching the edited-for-time versions networks seemed to play on heavy rotation. Imagine this adult nerd in high school, sophomore year, feeling the excitement—an excitement that he spent weeks cultivating—drain out …

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