I stumbled through the front door, still rattled from whatever ungodly odyssey I had just endured. My skull felt hollowed out, like someone had taken an ice cream scoop to my frontal lobe and replaced it with static. The night had been long, too long, and I had no memory Continue Reading
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Whiskey & Wires
The Capitol was a meat grinder, a soulless machine that swallowed men whole and spat out whatever was left in the shape of a press release. I was drunk—dangerously drunk—on whiskey, bad Eastern European speed, and what I hoped was mescaline but might’ve been rat poison from a back alley Continue Reading
Hangover in the Briefing Room
The fluorescent lights in the press briefing room are knives in my skull. My stomach is a rotting fruit pit, twisted and acidic, trying to claw its way out through my throat. I grip the edge of my seat and force my focus forward.Caroline is up there, gliding through the Continue Reading