A coked-out lawyer named David went on and on about the Mortal Kombat video games. There weren’t enough narcotics in the penthouse to help me get through the conversation.
Category: Surviving America as a Millennial
Suicide was something I thought about often over the years. Not always in a sad, dark, or bitter way. Sometimes it was out of exhaustion.
Bottom of the sixth. Bases loaded. Two outs. Down one. I was at the plate. Five beers deep. A chance to be a softball hero.
Out of cash. Out of underwear. Unemployed. Unexpected hookup.
A pretty woman, a frat party, and a beer chugging magic trick.