Every day I try to avoid the news. Every day I fail. As all decent, reasonably intelligent folks know, my country is going to hell in a handbasket. The fucktard in chief continues his destructive path, and…
The Month of May
It started twenty-seven years ago. Sort of just popped up one day. On my face. There was this dark spot, and it wasn’t supposed to be there, but it was. My right cheek became home to a dime-sized, irregular-shaped,…