Posts Tagged ‘intoxicated writing’

Real Monsters: Rapist

15 Oct

It wasn’t really rape.

Okay. I mean, technically she never said yes, but seriously? C’mon. A girl like that goes out with a guy like me? She knows how this is going to end. She wouldn’t have come out with me otherwise.

And sure, she brushed me off when I tried to get things going at the bar, but then she asked me to get her a drink.

A drink.

I mean, please. If that doesn’t say “help me say yes,” then I don’t know what does. So I slipped her something to help her out. What are friends for, right?


Beginnings: Origin Story

17 Sep

“What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”

My uncle is fond of that. He said it after his wife “survived” breast cancer. He said it when my cousin enlisted in the army and when the same son came home, a broken and battered shell of who he used to be. He even said it at his wife’s funeral.

He said it when the meteor landed behind my house and the blast of radiation put me in a coma for sixteen days. When I woke, I could fly. I could read minds.

This may have been the only time he was right.