His dog and he came to live with her and I.  We had just moved into a tiny one bedroom apartment a few months ago.          There was no room for them. I tried to tell her there was no room for them. She wouldn’t listen to me, though. She never listens to me.        I was so  ready to hate him.        I was ready to bark in his face constantly.       He has a pit-bull and I was ready to rumble with him.  My job has been to protect her.        My job has been to love her uncon

They don’t tell you what Icarus saw as he fell from the sky.              But I just visited him in the underworld, and I asked him about it.  He said the view from above the clouds was magical. The horizon stretched out forever. The sun danced on his skin. The air tasted sweet, he said. The mountains sang. The wind held him up.       Then came the fall.  He knew he was going to die. He knew he had flown too high. So he took a breath and closed his eyes.        It wasn’t his

“Will you fight for me?” God asked him confidently  “Fight for you? I barely know you,” The Fighter said quietly.  “I know you, though,” God said. “No, you don’t.” “Yes, I do.” “What am I, then?” “You’re someone to believe in,” God said, with a smile, more warmth coming off of him.  “You’re wrong. I’m not  that. I’m a degenerate. My body is broken . I don't have anything left inside of me. The fire is out. The drive is gone. It died. I killed it. And you . . . you kill

Chapter 5 The Fighter was drunk when they finally found him. Very drunk . Not the fun kind of drunk, but the type of drunk that only miserable people can attain. He was poisoning himself with alcohol, but it was obvious that his tolerance to alcohol was so high that a normal amount of drinking for a man his size wasn’t enough poison for him to reach his goal.  No matter how much he drank, he never got as drunk as he used to get. That didn’t stop him from trying, though. H