in the shrink’s waiting room, in a big comfy chair,
white noise machine cranked up full blast with
new age flutes floating out of Bose speakers
strategically placed to get wired up guys like
me calmed down, chilled out before entering
the sacred temple of mental and spiritual
restoration. they need me a bit numb before
beginning the session, actually eased off the
ledge of discontent upon which I’m generally
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perched. And I gotta say, the waiting room
ambience generally does the trick
Dear readers, If I fail to write a PDXX Blog post every two weeks, I must be excused because: I have SAD. I have sadness. I don’t fucking feel like it. Any kind of deadline brings crushing anxiety. (Yes, I went to graduate school to be a writer. Don’t judge me like that. I can […]
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Fourteen months ago I wrote an essay that appeared on Gawker.com as a response to the Newtown shootings. I wanted people to know what it felt like to be shot while you were at elementary school, as I was subject to a drive-by shooting at my elementary school in 1995 orchestrated by teenagers—teenagers that actually […]
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Someone else I know killed himself recently. This now makes three since May. I’m starting to become so used to this that one of my first thoughts was at least this one didn’t jump off a bridge. I’m not apathetic; I’m just so goddamn tired of losing my friends and I’m fully expecting yet another […]
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Living in Portland you have to know the name James Chasse. You must know that police tackled Chasse, who was a paranoid-schizophrenic, in front of restaurants in the Pearl District. You must have heard that the three police officers involved alleged that Chasse was urinating when they went to approach him, while many eye witnesses […]
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