The alternative to revenge.
Mercy! She felt better after a hit of weed. Is that so bad? To feel better after a puff of smoke? What's the difference between the dopamine rush of coffee and the euphoria of a flower, or cannabis versus an antidepressant, or indica and a couple of beers?
When he drove on the highway between Baltimore and the District of Columbia he invoked an inner mantra: Do not engage in that devil road rage. Check yourself.
Every time she writes it's all about her, the reminder of too many yesterdays. But she’s grown tired of that approach. And it isn't helpful for creative storytelling. So today she will attempt something new; creating voices for an infinite self. Basically, it doesn't matter if she tells the truth anymore. She has unleashed the rebel in her: fake and sincere.
When he smokes weed he can't read books. He can read, but he keeps reading the same sentence over and over, which is lame. He loves reading books. He reads every day for hours at a time. When he reads, he’s not smoking the herb. Weed and sex? Yes please.
She drove the distance between Maryland and Virginia many times—and she always succumbed to road rage! She couldn't shake it. She was seduced by evil and legitimately concerned. Driving is a revealing and miserable test of ego.
He used to think “failure” was a hoax so he removed the word from his lexicon back in 1999.
She enjoys books that are page turners but she likes to slow down now and again to muse a bit of philosophy.
He never liked the idea of declaring what he was. "So what do you do?" said the barfly at the 2-for-1 happy hour in Midtown. His face sags. But then, "What do you obsess over?" He’s fully attentive.
She used to drink booze.
He liked watching the Pittsburgh Steelers but he muted the announcers and the commercials. He doesn’t talk to his family much but when he watches the Steelers he thinks of them.
She tends to isolate herself from society yet she joyfully experiences the quotidian comfort of intimacy.
Road rage is no joke. But the last time he drove to DC he was—cool as a cucumber. He has therapy sessions with himself every day, although he hasn't spoken to a legit therapist since 2021 which was triggered by an emotional road trip to Los Angeles.
Reading the signs.
She’s ready to write the next chapter.
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