Find me In the cheapest clothes In the shittiest car Drinking the cheapest beer In the most expensive town Where I will be yearning for the most the beautiful lady in history Who just left me Find me in the middle of this story And yank me out Abduct me, if you can Grab me by the collar and drag me out of here Reach for me between the pages Find me in the space between words And save me . . . Whoa! Hey! Let me go! I wasn’t being se

There’s Kyle, he has Down Syndrome. He skateboards and sneaks into the ladies locker room. I can’t leave his side for a second. There’s Drew, he also has Down Syndrome. He’s always in love with someone new. I’ve known him for 10 years now. There’s Holdon, and I am not sure what his disability is. He's sensitive, gentle, kind and speaks very softly, almost in a whisper. There’s Brain, he has seizures. We don’t know how much longer he will live for. His seizure medicatio

“It’s all in the mind.” “It’s all about what you believe.” “It’s about who chose to be.” “It’s about God’s will.” “It’s about facing your fears.” “It’s about love.” “It’s all about you.” “It’s about everything and everyone.” “It’s about letting go.” “It’s about taking control.” “It’s about using suffering—transmuting it into art.” “It’s all about pleasure.” “It’s about a fella who died on a cross.” “It’s about discipline." “No, no! It’s about responsibility.” “Wrong! Life is

Healing looks like time passing, but time can only be lived, so I bet healing looks like trying to live again. Healing looks like a broken person trying their best to live again . . . For me healing looked like a bottle of whiskey and hundreds of shitty poetry. Healing looked like: a bong, a new job, an infinite playlists of the world's saddest songs, a dark room, a ceiling fan, and letting go of every plan I ever had. Healing looks like d