Sam's Stories

  Celebrate…. The word that someone feels when they are fulfilled with excitement and joy. I wish I knew how to do that with this business entirely. It is because of the past each time I did, everyone glared at me. When that happened, I closed the refrigerator where I could cool down because when I shut down I got nervous and felt embarrassed when I got proclaimed guilty. I do jump for joy, but I do as quietly as I can because I am too scared I’ll get the mean and nasty looks like I once upon a time did. It has led me to paint where it is a challenge for me to show emotions that are good or bad. The only way I know to say it is to say how I feel without moving my mouth. Each stare is a previous scar that they are trying to reopen by scratching my skin until I bleed out. I can’t even celebrate when I do not know how this celebration is worth my time. It may be the party goes right one day, but then the next day the party goes wrong and it is where I just want to leave the plan I mad...

  In the land of Owensburg, Indiana, a boy has grown into a man who has yet to heal from his masked wounds. These are not the scratches you see after your dog takes a nice bite out of your human flesh. Instead, these are scars that have been left by those who should be with the villains themselves. When I see them, there is a chapter of the old me because they are in a mob, and while I chose a mob, I wish they could have turned a 180 as I could have given them a bond that they could only have once in their lifetime. The drugs are not from Dr. Feelgood. I am because everyone walks away with the feeling that they are their best selves when they stand side by side. I enjoy it because even though I made a trade, part of the trade was that I had to take some of my past life with me, and rejection has followed me as I’ve adapted to the feeling to where it is now. You might skim my greatness, but you will regret the choice after they see me and only my success. It is a way to rub it in an...