I walked on to my old locker. No, I didn’t open it. I couldn’t have if I wanted to, the combination has long left my memory. And yet, it was there that I had a wave of sadness flow over me.
we were married on July 20. We were separated in June, and the divorce was finalized in August. I lost two jobs in the summer, and my mother died in August
I sometimes think about what life would be like for me if I ended up in a retirement home. Here’s this crazy old guy who claims he has a doctorate, claims he taught for twenty years, claims he owned a business, claims he was a dean, claims he was the director of a forensic lab.
These are things from my past the my mind just plays over and over to keep me awake. Some are recent, but many are ancient history, times when I was young and naive and chances are the other parties involved have long since forgotten them and moved on, but they're fresh in my mind.