The Loudmouth Mooch

  I’m ready for my story to begin. Ever since I was a kid, I always felt like I was born for something greater. Sure, I sound like every melodramatic human out there, but cliché or not, I think that’s how we all felt inside. We all thought the world was exciting and brand new, and maybe that’s because everything is exciting and brand new. Our birth was a match that lit a candle, and we hoped could burn all the air that we could to embolden that tiny flicker of fire into a second sun, radiant and timeless. We felt what I am feeling now as I type this. A feeling not unlike a current of electricity, powering every skin cell in my body to lift the very hair on my body. This stream of energy has fueled every aspect of me in the past, but somehow, that current has gotten blocked for some time. Although maybe it was never actually blocked in the first place now that I think of it.   Sometimes, it feels like life does its best to leave us stuck at a crossroads, wondering where to go a...

Dreams can be friendly, but they can also be pretty fucking mean. I often have those nightmares of situations that have happened, but they always tend to be a thousand times worse. One moment I’m gleefully slicing through zombies with double-wielding axes like I’m a character in one of the many video games I play, then suddenly I turn around and my family is behind me, thinking maybe they’re my adventuring party and they’re here to help. One moment, a zombie is about to swing at me with its rotten, claw-like fingernails and then my dad jumps in the way to beat it down. Then, he turns around and magically the cemetery battlefield we were in turns into my childhood living room.   What was once a happy moment of my superhero, the one I trust with all my being, has rapidly turned into him screaming at me and I’m doing everything in my power to hold back tears and my own anger, surging through me like an electrical current trying to find it’s open circuit. The circuit is found, and that...