The Rat's Race

Figure eights were not really a solution because you were a cunt of a human being. I took very deep breaths to do everything in my power to come to a realization that everyone else had already come to.

I got myself tied up in knots and thought about all the times you made me sick to my stomach. So then I opted to gut it. Yes, that would have been best.

I drove the car very, very far out on the highway until there were no city lights in my rear view. It was then that I realized I didn't like the rear view.

I sat down in the desert and spoke highly of you until I was blue in the face. It was here that I mended my broken heart and put myself back together.

In the middle of nowhere, under the dim moonlight, I sat up against a rock and resuscitated the aplomb.