Rise of the Tellers 11: A Small White Box

We walked in and the whole house exploded. Everyone yelled hellos, some people fought their way to their feet to cross the room and embrace us. There were still others that said hi to Bekah and waved at me. I was still not popular in her family. When we walked into Christmas that first year… Continue reading Rise of the Tellers 11: A Small White Box

Rise of the Tellers 10: Waiting for the News

The drive was awesome. It always was. Every time me and Bekah had ever or have ever gotten in the car to drive a long distance, we have had a blast. I drive. All the way no breaks. She talks and gets me snacks and drinks and we laugh and play. I tend to talk… Continue reading Rise of the Tellers 10: Waiting for the News

Rise of the Tellers 9: Please

My birthday was one day off of Grasp’s. Every time I had a party or celebrated at all I thought of him all day. So to break this problem wide open I decided to celebrate my half birthday. My birthday would come and go unmentioned but when the half birthday came around we would go… Continue reading Rise of the Tellers 9: Please

Rise of the Tellers 8: Thursday Nights

“The weight is coming off,” Siren snapped. She seemed to be panting when she said, “I know what you did to me there. You’re so manipulative and evil.” “What did I do with the weight?” I asked. It’s Thursday night and she is calling me again. In order to keep my government housing, I have… Continue reading Rise of the Tellers 8: Thursday Nights

Rise of the Tellers 7: Chaste

What if I started writing fantasy? The memoirs stalled out. In this book we have discovered that Bekah and I never had a chance. Not until 2004, not until we got enough away from everyone else and their expectations for us. When we adopted that attitude Bekah had in Knife, Part 1, “Fuck that.” After… Continue reading Rise of the Tellers 7: Chaste

Rise of the Tellers 6: The Knife, Part 2

When we drove to New York to go to the wedding of Bliss and her man, Bell came with us as far as Columbus, Ohio. Burg was living there at the time and he was our halfway point. Bell came and the plan was to leave him with Burg for the week and pick him… Continue reading Rise of the Tellers 6: The Knife, Part 2

Rise of the Tellers 5: Dress Code

Back at Pizza Hut and I am pretty quiet tonight. Couples’ therapy has brought up another bomb for me. And I am trying to deal with it. Thinking about the past with Bekah and how things were versus how they were perceived. I told her in therapy that I didn’t want her throwing my things… Continue reading Rise of the Tellers 5: Dress Code

Rise of the Tellers 4: The Knife, Part 1

Pizza Hut after therapy. We were doing couples’ therapy to get things set on the right track. One of the important parts of the plan we talked about and put into action the first night we got back together was couples’ therapy. Steven was a counselor with many different abilities and when I asked, he… Continue reading Rise of the Tellers 4: The Knife, Part 1

Rise of the Tellers 3: The Battle of Sloppyface

He was soft. He was a white guy. He was a sun worshipper. He was mentally handicapped. He was big. He was stubborn and he ate his own poop. When I started spending the night at Bekah’s house there was a man in the household who did not appreciate me being there at all. I… Continue reading Rise of the Tellers 3: The Battle of Sloppyface

Rise of the Tellers 2: Bell

Disclaimer: I have limited knowledge on warthogs, their breeding habits or their average dimensions. I would not know a good-sized warthog from a petite warthog. I do not claim to be a warthog expert or enthusiast. When I walked away from Siren I walked away from an entire group of friends. In that one move… Continue reading Rise of the Tellers 2: Bell