Teenage years
Dionysus’ Charge for Admission
All the stuff these fucks stole, why the frozen ribs too? This house is almost as wrecked as my body. So thirsty. Hungry too, but so much stomach pain I don’t know if eating anything heavy will work. I’ve had horrible hangovers before but this is on a whole new plane of existence. I’ve never gotten random pins and needles feelings from hangovers before. Oranges on the counter, maybe that’ll work? Fruit is healthy, oranges are wet, this might be just what I need. Fuck, it’s hard to even peel this thing with my trebling hands. The citrus smell is turning my stomach but it’s been turning since I woke up, and I gotta try something. Oooooooohhhhhhh, the juices filling my mouth in this first bite feel like life. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggghhhhhh, my stomach feels like it’s being torn apart from swallowing this. No more. What’s in the fucking frige? Cold pizza? This usually helps me with hangovers. Hhhhhhuuuuuuggggkkhh, bad idea.
By Mahduud5 years ago in Confessions
When Staying the Course is Ill-Advised
About once a year, when the brisk air first sinks to eye level, and the Canadian geese flee the impending cold, I get the urgent desire to run. Donning my running gear, which I keep for this one occasion, I usually jog half a mile before I begin to feel the burden of my body in my knees, so I then run in two minute intervals, walking five minutes in between them. This way, I can satisfy my annual running quota without needing to spend several weeks in recovery.
By Lucy D5 years ago in Confessions
Crime Waves
Crime Waves In a down economy the duo watched as their fathers struggled to feed their families, money was tight and they always thought there had to be a better way. “Fuck me running T, if it wasn’t for bad luck we wouldn’t have any luck at all”. Dolan was red faced and visibly upset, nothing the two of them had planned had gone accordingly and the last thing he wanted was to spend time in the hoosegow.
By Gregory Dolan Dies5 years ago in Confessions
Sticks and Stones
We all remember our first real crush. The first person to give us butterflies in our stomach and get our hearts fluttering. The memories of our first crush often make us feel a mixture of fondness, heartbreak, and embarrassment. My memories of my first real crush often make me feel shame, and I often cringe at the things I did to try to get his attention and win him over. However, there is also an unfortunate twist in my story. My first real crush was also my worst bully.
By Lisa Lupo5 years ago in Confessions
A Hot Commodity
During the most awful time in my life I got arrested five times in just as many months. I wasn't really that bad of a kid. I was a stoner with hair down to my shoulders and girl pants round my butt, but I grew up in the heart of the most religious county on earth. It was like growing up in the truman show and I was the anomaly. Wearing tight pants, a stoned face, and long hair in my city was paramount to placing yourself on the "Most-wanted list."
By Michael J. Heil5 years ago in Confessions
Sex on the Golf Course
I was in foster care at the age of Seventeen, simply because my mother was a drunk, and I needed more than she was giving me. I had just found out that I was 4 months pregnant and had no idea what to do to care for myself and my bulging belly. I was given a choice to terminate the pregnancy if I wanted, they could do it that day. I asked if I could think about it for a few days and they made me an appointment to come back in three days to render my decision, and if I decided that I wanted the pregnancy terminated, they would do it right then.
By C. M. Sears5 years ago in Confessions
An Open Letter To High School Coachs Everywhere
Dear Coach, I would like to thank you first off for the years you have dedicated to breaking kid's spirits. For killing off a child's love for sports. Primarily for teaching kids that regardless of how hard you work, how much effort you put in that in the end, it doesn't really matter.
By Kenna Rae5 years ago in Confessions
The Wurst Experience
The early 2000’s hurt my feelings; the way we dressed as teenagers, to the way we smeared black eyeliner around our eyes and never washed the old makeup off of our faces. The way Bath and Body Works products oozed from our pores to cover up the fact that we refused to shower after gym class because we were all too insecure about our pubescent bodies. One thing that hurts the most to think about is my first crush; there’s a memory of him that lurks in the depths of my mind only to pop up around 3:00am when I’m having trouble sleeping.
By Ana Schlegel5 years ago in Confessions
Gang, Rent A Prostitute
My mom taught at my middle school. She taught 6th grade science and math classes and was always making sure I was on my best behavior. If I got in trouble for something, nobody knew about it because she would be contacted directly, immediately and discreetly. This naturally lead to my being sneaky and underhanded as a child and throughout my adolescence. I would try to find ways to cut classes or finesse free concessions at sporting events. I wasn’t very athletic myself at this point in my life so I had to find other avenues to make friends as well. My friends were hard to keep because my mom was a teacher and nobody wants to feel like they’re forever being chaperoned, especially during this time of self discovery and bad decisions that is middle school. I was in the national junior beta club, honors society, student council, show choir and gospel choir while I was in middle school, and from an outside perspective I was a model student. I copied my homework from hispanic students who didn’t get enough credit. My friends stole things and just didn’t do homework altogether. Things were really simple and easy enough to work through, all the while life was still interesting enough to keep me entertained.
By J.D. Stark5 years ago in Confessions
