Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Sundowning

These days at best are a shadow of what they should have been.

Friday, May 26, 2017

Thursday, May 25, 2017

I Don't Care Where I Go When I Die

Death is no escape, it is merely trading one hell for another.

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

"Officers Wounded During Monday's Rampage Confirmed Dead: Source"

Officer Painter and I were browsing Twitter during our first break earlier this morning when the Buzz Feed appeared with Breaking News. We both watched in stunned silence as a picture of myself and another officer appeared on the Twitter home page, situated beneath a headline blaring in all caps, "Officers Wounded During Monday's Rampage Confirmed Dead: Source."

The first thought that came to mind was something akin to fear: "Man, I must have really messed up this time. I mean, they've got my picture up on Twitter! What on Earth did I do?"

Only then did the article itself appear, explaining that two officers were wounded in Monday's terrorist attack during a music concert in Manchester, United Kingdom. They were rushed to a local hospital where they later succumbed to their injuries.

The whole room went quiet at this development. I looked over at Officer Painter to gauge her reaction and she just stared at me for a minute, white as a sheet, her expression a mixture of confusion and horror. Honestly, she looked like she had just seen a ghost. 

In that moment I suppose she thought she had.

Word spread quickly around the station. Several officers forwarded the article to friends and family. Others pulled up a chair alongside us to read the article for themselves. About a dozen different officers asked to take a picture with me to send as an addendum, proving I was still alive and that "the Mainstream Media" had "fucked it up again."

I smiled for the camera because I didn't know what else to do.

"Dude, how does it feel to be dead?" Sergeant Chavira asked with a grin, slapping me on the shoulder with a meaty hand.

"Everything still sucks, so nothing has changed," I laughed.

After awhile I asked to be excused from the floor.

Twitter removed the article from its site about an hour later. I never received anything in the way of an apology or an explanation for it. As far as I know, no officers were killed during this particular terrorist attack.

Regardless, being told that you're dead when you are indeed very much alive is certainly an unsettling feeling. I don't recommend it.

(Addendum: The British media confirmed Thursday morning that one officer was killed in the Manchester terrorist attack. The identity of the slain officer has been withheld by authorities, as is their right.)

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Dying in Perspective

Everybody does it, which means it's nothing special.

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Vow

Love nothing and nothing you love can be used against you.

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Πεισινόη

I looked through the gap in-between a cinder-block wall and a chain-link fence to find you kneeling there, naked and bestial. A feral skeleton tucked away behind alabaster skin left obscured beneath a layer of mud, droplets of coagulated blood and tissue littering your sandy blond hair like gemstone jewels catching the sunlight.

There is no doubt in my mind had I been home at the time of your ambush I would have perished in much the same way as the rest of my family; I can still see their discarded viscera and limbs littering the garden, warm to the touch, desecrated by your teeth and claws.

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Digression

There is beauty in anguish no longer. Bid the memories of the past to rot where they lay, twisted and yellow from the passage of time.

Monday, March 6, 2017

Reflection

As a teenager I allowed sadness to consume me, allowed it to seep beneath my skin and around my bones, caressing me like a lover while defiling everyone and everything I ever held in high regard.

Sunday, March 5, 2017

Foxing

I waded through all of those God-forsaken memories, decrepit and dusty but still razor-sharp and ready to separate flesh from bone...

Friday, March 3, 2017

Claire (Like Maple Leaves in Autumn)

You are something else - a Canadian girl with a Maine identification card who loves competitive shooting, who disagrees with the idea of war but respects the men and women sent to fight them, a teenager who enjoys reading about world events and savors the prospect of attending an institute of higher education rather than taking a year off to travel the world - what a refreshing dichotomy of personality traits.

You took my breath away across a crowded room without even trying. We just need to figure out this whole living-in-different-countries thing.

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Robert on Killing in Iraq

"I much preferred helping people over killing them."

Friday, February 24, 2017

The Truth Weighs Nothing

When I was younger I promised myself that I would never put the procurement of wealth above personal happiness. No employment opportunity was worth spending my days unhappy and embittered.

What an optimistic fool I was.

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

On Being A Bastard

Hate is too easy; therein lies its charm.

Sunday, February 12, 2017

San Pedro

I had convinced myself that with the persistence of time the unpleasant memories of the past would fade into obscurity.

Now I see that this could not be further from the truth.

Memories do not fade into obscurity; they simply stay where you leave them, lying in wait for the day you return.

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

At My Darkest

You loved me at my darkest without ever asking why.
I regret never telling you how much that meant to me.

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Veronica

I drove down that street I parked on the night you saved my life and the image of your face came to mind for the briefest of moments...

You knew I was hurting and was waiting to be there for me.

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Thank You All The Same

It's just weird to know that people care, because I know I never have.

Wednesday, January 25, 2017