7 seconds

It's possible, I suppose. I mumbled something about being busy, and poured more whiskey into my cup. Perhaps, in the moments before death she might have thought of me and some scientists have said that the last seven seconds of life stretch inside your mind and all that you remember plays like a movie across … Continue reading 7 seconds


Sometimes I want to tell the whole story, As I remember. I want to hang the shit-stained sheets on the line, grab a bullhorn and start broadcasting every single thing that has lived in my mind for these forty years, six months and ten days. I want to publicly humiliate and crucify all those who … Continue reading Telltale