She told me that I shouldn’t spend my last ten bucks on a lottery ticket. I said, “fuck that.” And then I spent my last ten bucks on a lottery ticket. She called me stupid. I called her a cunt. Then I scratched off the ticket. “Ha!” I yelled, and I shoved the ticket inContinue reading “Lottery Ticket”
It’s not the writing that’s hard. It’s the self-doubt, and fear, and hatred of my own words that is.