My emotional journey began at five years old when I walked in on my parents having sex... in a position my father would later playfully describe as "the jackhammer. " I have a mentor that verbally abuses me every chance he gets, and no matter how much I try, I can't stop constantly narrating my own life. At that very moment, I feared I had divulged too much. Molly, I'm narcissistic, I'm pessimistic, I'm obsessive, I'm insecure. And I am so afraid of intimacy that every one of my relationships... is a journey of self-sabotage that inevitably ends in a black vacuum of shattered expectations and despair.
On the afternoon of July 8, 1981, he complained of chest pains and was taken to the dispensary. His mouthpiece and restraints were removed for an EKG. When the nurse leaned over him,
he did this to her. The doctors managed to reset her jaw, more or less, save one of her eyes. His pulse never got above 85, even when he ate her tongue.
Men of broader intellect know that there is no sharp distinction betwixt the real and the unreal; that all things appear as they do only by virtue of the delicate individual physical and mental media through which we are made conscious of them; but the prosaic materialism of the majority condemns as madness the flashes of super-sight which penetrate the common veil of obvious empiricism.