Suicide
“I went to a shrink, to analyse my dreams She says it’s lack of sex that’s bringing me down.” So go the lyrics of Green Day’s hit song Basket Case. […]
“I went to a shrink, to analyse my dreams She says it’s lack of sex that’s bringing me down.” So go the lyrics of Green Day’s hit song Basket Case. […]
Words are coming out of my mouth, but they seem detached. The effluent flows uncontrollably into the swarming background fuzz. I could, like Deepak Chopra or someone whose diet consisted […]
“What have you been up to since we shared a womb together?” This was one of the first questions that surfaced in the mind of Paula Bernstein when she encountered […]
Unfortunately, the privacy of this blog was drunkenly violated by a colleague of mine who I can only refer to as Edward B. No, wait, that’s too obvious. How about […]
My relationship with women has been much like my relationship with the Reading Rooms at the British library, in that my attempts to be inside them continue to be unsuccessful. […]