it is 2am and i am awake in a panic, staring at my empty fridge — not a single snack left to munch on while scrolling through my phone. i just checked my bank account again — 18 dollars and 37 cents. i owe my electric bill 75 dollars by tomorrow. how is it that getting a snack costs more than my last three dates combined? i'm sitting here, watching my life become a game of “how long can i survive ...
it is 2am and the fireworks sound like exploding grenades. my wife sleeps in the other room, oblivious to the fact that I woke up swinging, convinced I was back in the middle of it all. some nights I question if coming home was the right choice; at least on deployment, the loud noises meant I had a job to do. now they are just reminders of what I can't explain— like why I jump at a pop can opening. the worst part? at least back then, someone gave a damn about our safety; now I just sit here in silence.
it is 2am and the fireworks sound like exploding grenades. my wife sleeps in the other room, oblivious to the fact that I woke up swinging, convinced I was back in the middle of it all. some nights I question if coming home was the right choice; at least on deployment, the loud noises meant I had a job to do. now they are just reminders of what I can't explain— like why I jump at a pop can opening. the worst part? at least back then, someone gave a damn about our safety; now I just sit here in silence.
went to the thrift store today. found an entire shelf of those hideous '90s windbreakers that should have been left in the past. why is everyone suddenly wearing them again? i am a strong believer in recycling fashion, but i refuse to pay ten dollars for a jacket that looks like it survived a hurricane and a fashion disaster.