Sometimes my Mind has a bad bite, and the fear of the big bites makes me want to keep Her numb.

Content warning: This post contains descriptions of domestic violence and difficult subject matter. Her voice reached me, but my expression stayed vacant, my mind hollowed, and my hands still.

I brought her out to the grey stone tables sitting empty behind the dry cleaners. Amelia is the kind of person you want to show off, you know, like a Brooks Brothers label left out for a loose eye to notice.

I think I hate running. It is only enjoyable when I consider it as a finished act, with no plan to do it. Then, I finally relish the feat of having ran a rather far distance.

The last $100 — Where did it go? My brother needs it more. He might have a place to live. I heard he found work at an optometrist's office in Koreatown. Six years since his last job. At last?

Her eyes darted past the back of his head through to his mouth. She twisted her old mouth into a shape more ugly. I shouldn't tell you about how old she looked. I'll follow her lead for the rest of my life.

“I might have fifteen years left of a good body. I’m working on something. I’m only telling you. It’s about the Bible."

I turned the corner and looked up. A slurry of umbrellas, worn down tables, and dirty jewel tones came into my line of sight at a particular height on the second story.

My friend told me that I write well when I have good content. "Business" and "e-commerce" wasn't good content. Those topics, at least when I had written about them, didn't have heart. Touche.

I built a $125k sales beauty shop in one year. But the spool is unraveling. Tiktok Shop is threatening us with penalties. My physical store is nothing more than a few shelves. Our marketing is abysmal. What's next?