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Big Sur...
Big sur, California. April 2000 Stories always get better with time. Embarrassing ones more than any other. We change little details to shine/emphasize certain dramatic tropes. To add tiny dots in the painting to that adds a bit of color, to bring out the background and give it more of a sense of being whole. Sharpen the knives and plunge them a little deeper with each stab, so to speak. So given 20 years of space between then and today I’d like to claim that my memory is as bright with the same details of the day just as it happened. But I’ll admit I’ve shaped this story, consciously or somewhere else in my mind like a clay cup I made and gave to my smoker mother as a child. So here I go, trying to empty the ashtray of my mind by telling this story.
By Craig Johnson5 years ago in Confessions
Overdraft! OverBoard!
If I was a magician I would have saved all my powers and tricks for this day when i went overboard with the overdraft of my best friend bank account. I had just started a job with two rideshare companies as a delivery driver. In order for me to get paid I needed a traditional bank account and not a prepaid card. So my best friend who was my ride or die had a bank account that was just in hibernation. Not even having a second thought, I quickly asked him could I use his Navy Federal Bank account for my pay/ he said here is my account number and pin number, just make sure you keep it in a safe place. I said Thank you so much , I truly appreciate it. You are more than welcome Will, that’s what fiends are for right. Yes sir you are absolutely right. As I proceeded out the house to pick up my next order, the wheels in my head started turning. So I I started this 1 man conversation with myself saying i need some extra money so that I can turn up a lil bit this weekend, and I'm not going to get paid until next weekend. Umm, I wonder if he has that overdraft protection on his account. I’ll see if i can withdraw that and then i'll just pay it back once I get paid. I just have to find a way to put it back so that he wont find out.
By william kelly5 years ago in Confessions
Shart Through the Heart
Every morning, growing up in hot, sunny Saudi Arabia; it was a constant sweaty tale of heaving, puffing, dressing up in a navy blue and white uniform, and being escorted by my nanny (referred to as a maid in the Middle East, the not-so-political term, have you) to the very bus stop that made my heart give out palpitations every time I approached it after the most cringe-worthy incident of my life.
By Sana Alibux5 years ago in Confessions
The Last Birthday Party I Will Ever Have
I have spent weeks struggling to internally dissect these events. Events I have been burying for nearly 10 years. So how do I unearth a day so excruciating and humiliating. I could not even find a photo of myself from that night. A testament to how deep I embedded that memory. We must venture back into my adolescent mindset to tap into that night. Prepare yourself because it is an unsavory place to visit.
By Jada Ferguson5 years ago in Confessions
An Explosive Round of Golf
AN EXPLOSIVE ROUND OF GOLF, how to play golf with diarrhea By Thomas Pranio It was 1999, and I was playing in what would be my last amateur tournament before I turned pro. It was in the springtime. The Masters had just commenced; the fairways were green, the white and pink dogwoods and the pink, purple, and lavender azaleas were in bloom.
By Tom Pranio5 years ago in Confessions
Two True Stories Of Love On The Rocks
True story number 1 I once met a girl in Spain who told her story and it really was quite unbelievable. Maria, not her real name, was betrothed to some guy from Germany. The marriage date was set, the wedding dress was bought, the invitations sent out, the church, hotel and reception were booked and paid for. A few days before the big day Maria got a telephone call from the boy's mother saying he had been involved in a serious car crash in Germany and had sadly passed away.
By Liam Ireland5 years ago in Confessions
I LOST ON JEOPARDY!
I am not the only person that has reconsidered their bucket list in light of of a worldwide pandemic that has reordered the way we live and work. When the opportunity arises to check major boxes on that list, one should take it no matter how much fear of embarrassment or humiliation creeps into the brain. That is the reason that I was on Jeopardy! Or, more bluntly, that is the reason I Lost On Jeopardy!. I religiously watched the show with my dad as a kid and had watched every season since. Anyone who knows me knows that Alex Trebek was in my pantheon of Saints and Jeopardy is sacrosanct in my house. Being on the show was one of those childhood dreams that didn’t go away. But the kind that you keep wondering if it will actually ever happen. You see, it almost didn't happen because of my own fear.
By Herman Wilkins III5 years ago in Confessions
The Midnight Quesadilla
My apartment was a mess. Honestly, I could blame it on my depression if I really wanted to and, really, it is partly true. I get sucked into depressive episodes by getting overwhelmed from getting behind on chores because of my high anxiety induced ADHD. I did talk to a psychologist about it once and he told me to go outside and exercise. But when you get right down to it, I just couldn’t find the motivation to clean my apartment. I wanted to, but I didn’t know where to start.
By Loe B.5 years ago in Confessions
