The Shit Eyes of Love, pt. 2

Courtney and I moved in together three months ago based solely on our decision that we felt that we were ready for it, mentally and physically (“It just feels right.” were the words that she used). We found a place on a small residential street in an “up-and-coming” section of town, according to the girl … Continue reading

The Shit Eyes of Love, pt. 1*

Biting my face like a cannibal, the wind rips a newspaper off of the sidewalk and plants it firmly onto my left shin. I look down and read a headline that is moving forward and backward that says “Delaney Pleads His Innocence; Many Doubt”. The cigarette burning in my gloved hand nears the end of … Continue reading