Presbyterian Chris

In 1990, I moved across country to live with a guy I had known for 4 months.  It was all very impulsive and Thelma-and-Louise–committed, as I was at the time, to giving “Existential Crises” a real shot– but it wasn’t meant to be.  And the heads-up that it

In Sickness and In Stealth

Years ago, I got food poisoning. Lying on the couch—10 or 11 or 12 a.m..; unsure—the repeating cycle of “I wish I would die” took 20-40 minutes, commencing immediately after I vomited.  Which was the exact

Plugging In (and along)

By 10 p.m., I was exhausted.   The espresso shot I’d had at 5:30 p.m. and the back-up shot I’d had at 6 (I like to overdo things, as in “If one is good, then two is extra-good”) had both worked their way through my system, and now it was 10, and I was falling in…