The Now That Faces Me
It was Thursday, November 17, 2011 at 11:36pm. I had just posted to Facebook, “Good god I am so sad and can’t call on anyone.” The comments to follow from friends and family were filled with God, love, and hope. I didn’t give a fuck, especially about God. I felt like his whole goal in life was to fail me. And now, all of a sudden, I have friends that care? Bullshit. They like the drama. I’m a good provider of that. I was...