misery tourism

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After my life imploded, I thought things would eventually get better. They didn’t.

The above video is an archive of the latest edition of the Misery Loves Company social reading series.

a retarded black midget

Slater’s got the PTSD.

In the car horn valley
I attend a blowout sale

The first time we saw Roadkill Rick was, fittingly enough, on the side of the road carefully inspecting a raccoon.

I have died many times. Sometimes I just need five minutes to die again.

The above video is an archive of the latest edition of the Misery Loves Company social reading series.

I couldn’t stand it anymore. I was chain-smoking. I had paced a trail to oblivion in the floor of the apartment.

Embarrassed on family spike