I appreciate the support you’ve been giving me through this lean time. For various reasons both my literary and visual creative output has been fairly dismal but folks have continued to read and follow the column so I dug down for an old classic for now with the promise of new material to come.
I have an extremely sharp memory. Not only can I remember back much further than most people, but I can remember with much more detail. This does not always endear me to old friends, especially those old friends who are now pillars in their communities and may have sown some wild oats in their youth that they’d just as soon forget. Sometimes old memories are just as hard for me to deal with, especially old fearful memories. I struggle with asthma and upper respiratory illness a lot and it is very common for me to flashback on similar situations when I was very young; I can remember all too clearly laying on my bed alone in a dark room coughing my throat raw, hot on the inside from the exertion but also feeling cold and clammy on the outside from vaporizer mists when the water had gone cold.
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