Date Night

The bartender moved toward me as I slid onto a stool near one end. The bad music was interrupted by a worse DJ. I could understand at least half of what he was saying. Strip club DJs are supposed to mumble unintelligibly until they reach a pronoun. “Jack and a Bud . . . ” … More…

“This time . . .”

The office didn’t have a smell. Not even an air freshener. Modular building. An indication of the immediacy of the need, and the amount of value the Army was placing in the mental health of its Soldiers. A temporary solution to a permanent problem. “You’re back in the gym more. You’ve said how much you … More…

A World Asleep

My alarm sounded. I walked into the bedroom and shut it off. I had been awake for hours. My nights had become schizophrenic comas. Something between a lucid dream and false awakening. I couldn’t tell the difference. It was little better than the insomnia I was self-medicating. Dreams were jump-cut nightmares. Psycho cut-and-paste. Recurring themes. Being chased in darkness. Vertigo. Falling. I … More…