Then I shot my head. There was–I could see the hole in my vision in my head. A flashlight.
A dark guy came out of my head. He hanged behind me like girls’ hair. I am scared of him but I can’t ever get away from him. Never. Not ever.
My friends don’t come home. I don’t even care those fuckers. Fuck them. All I need … is my dog and my mom. So long as I got those. My dog, and my mom.
I got nice moms.
first published in Transition