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Sip that Diet Coke there Jock-O, this is my time to spill some shit. Okay, this whole idea of writer's block is hogwash, there ain't no such thing, there is boredom and I got it, boredom to the hundredth, to the thousandth too
Well, you get the picture, and I ain't making excuses for it, what the hell do we expect with all this crap going on in the world and with all these people trying to be what I am.
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Last year I ingested enough tranquilizers to kill a horse. A hundred milligrams of an experimental, pharmaceutical-grade sedative, name unfamiliar, something her dealer had. I floated out into the damp evening like a glider on a thermal up-draft. Cars glistened, as if their paint was still wet, in lime street light. Shaking off an eerie shiver, I was confident I'd make it home, only blocks away.
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Dissecting the current US Attorney General with Tina Tessina, PhD, psychotherapist and author of It Ends With You: Grow Up and Out of Dysfunction.
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