“Rate your pain on a scale of–” 1. A parachute fallen in the shaded woods 2. Cutting heirloom tomatoes for a salad. The fleshy pale red center reminds you of

I promise it’s a love story. Pages filled with being whisked away to a city I’ve never been, Case Races and abandoned art buildings filled with drunken debauchery. My body

Banged my skull against a Honda door, and it’s been fuzzy ever since. It’s been vodka and Cook’s, Mountain Dew we never should have mixed with whiskey. Never should have