More Fear of the Loathing

It wasn’t just her. There were several people that came to mind when I wrote my last tantrum in a whiskey-fueled, late-night empty hour, “burn it all down” frantic madness.  But I fear that she inadvertently took the brunt of my boorish rebuke.  That was neither fair, nor intended, so I must now be man enough to throw myself willingly upon my literary sword and write for her…better words. She deserves at least that much. Most nights, especially after those when our ridiculously adult schedules happen to align, and I can actually choke back my phobias long enough to share the naked intimacy of a transcontinental telephone call, I have come to realize that when she crosses my mind, it almost always makes me feel a …

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