Making Choices
Of all the dilemmas in the world to have, this one was one you could chew on.
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Of all the dilemmas in the world to have, this one was one you could chew on.
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I’m surrounded with a sense of Déjà vu. American Gladiators are on every Monday night, Knight Ridder premiers next week and Rambo will soon be in the theaters. Pop culture is a cyclical phenomena that must follow a rotation of I love the 80’s on VH-1. In the short term, I need to know if mullets or rat tails are coming back into style soon, because I desperately need a hair cut and I’m reluctant to schedule an appointment. Read more
His hands were surprisingly warm. It had been so long since anyone had touched my hands I forgot how comforting it could be. Larger than mine, thicker, almost like a well-worn pair of gloves, his hands guided me through the fingerprinting process, my third time in five months. It was early in the morning; earlier than I normally woke up. We talked a bit, my voice scratchy from the tears hiding behind it, tired from the lack of sleep, underused from so little verbal contact lately. There were still traitorous pangs of want beating through my chest. Read more