
Mom
I open up my phone and first type “Mom”.
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I open up my phone and first type “Mom”.

12 Reasons...

“Lex, why is there so much shit in this apartment?” I imagine that’s what Kenny said when I had the brilliant plan to light it on fire.

I outlived my father this year.

All of the machines and sticker things and wires were hooked up to my head and chest.

I don’t know why I was listening to Z-100 that morning, usually Hot 97 blared out of my speakers on my commute to Hoboken.

“Stick out your pointer finger and touch mine, now take your other hand and rub your pointer finger and your thumb up and down.

In all of our affairs.

and labor

Fuck Everything and Run