psychological

Frank's Route 66 Diner

Frank’s Route 66 Diner As I approached mile marker 43 in Missouri I subconsciously curled my foot around the top of the pedal. My 2012 Honda Accord sunk towards the ground and purred in a struggle to match my desired pace. The car ripped by the exit too fast to read the signage. Suddenly I […]

It's Over, Jeremy.

           Over the past week I’ve been visited nightly, barring last night. I wish I could tell you my visitor was a woman at best case, of the extraterrestrial variety in the worst case – or what I hoped would be the worst case.             To put it lightly, my sleep schedule has not been the […]

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