Author Archives: ghostieo

August 9th 1995 9:00 PM I’m exhausted and my feet are bruised and cut. When my dad gets home I’ll ask him where he went when he died. Oh yeah, he’s not coming home. Why do my feet sting? I … Continue reading →

A classmate from high school contacted me on facebook asking for my help, so…

This morning I had a profound dream. I dreamt that I was walking through Macys on 34th. Huge and labyrinthian and I was holding a beautiful goldfish In my hands that was squirming and thrashing around. And I cared so … Continue reading →

I was putting the key into the deadbolt of my front door when I thought, “I’ll have to ask my dad what it was like to die”.  It struck me in an instant that this would not be possible since … Continue reading →