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The Day I Gave Zero Fucks

Disclaimer: Language. Buy a clue from the title.   KNOCK KNOCK… KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!! “Jesus, that better be Publisher’s Clearing House with a giant ass check,” I mumbled to myself as I got to the door. It wasn’t. “Hello Son! Is your father home?” an overly cheerful man in a suit too large for…

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Day 8030

I was in a dilemma. I had to meet Kevin soon at the judo tournament, but the bottle of Jack was calling me. Well technically a flask. I said fuck it and hit it of course because that’s what twenty two year olds do sometimes. Actually at that point in my life I was doing…

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Not a Writer

I don’t consider myself a writer and I am pretty carefree with my publishing. I edit once, miss most of my mistakes, and still publish because perfection isn’t my goal here. My goal with writing, not blogging because I consider those separate things of course, has always been to push my limit. See what I…

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A Book of Triggers – By: Jason C. Cushman

If I were to imagine a book of life it would best be described as a book of triggers. For what is life other than a slowly revealed circle of need, want, and more need? My book of triggers has always been my journals that I have kept throughout my life. Triggering thoughts, feelings, and…

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Hidden Jealousy

When I was in grade school a friend of mine used to get a personal note from his mother inside his lunch every day. We of course made fun of him because we are guys… and that is what guys do. Deep down though I was jealous and I am sure some of my other…

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Why I don’t Ski

“So I want everyone to do the next step and place their feet out so their skis make a backward V,” the instructor said in the bored voice one would expect from someone that has given this lesson a million times. His eyes would occasionally drift to the slopes where everyone else was having fun.…