This brilliant short story is told from the perspective of an unexpected source. Written by JT Carlton, you should check out his blog: http://jtcarlton.com
IF YOU FOUND ME ON THE STREET and asked, “What have you done with your life?” my answermightbe:
“Well, that depends on who you ask.”
Some people say I’m a murderer. Others call me a nasty nuisance. Then there are those who can’t go a day without me, and to them, I’m the only thing standing in the way of a complete mental breakdown.
I’m no hero, that’s for sure. I’m not even positive I have any control over my own fate. I am born, I grow, I change along the way, and then eventually I die. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. The only difference between me and you is this:IBURN SLOW.
I’ll never get a proper burial.
I met Doris Lynch at a Citgo in 1997. It was a good year. Gas cost $1.22 a gallon; you could go see a movie in the theater for…
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