Jesse Teller

Category: Teardrop Road

  • Lost Confessions: Living Room 1

    —

    by

    jesseteller
    in ,

    It is happening in the living room for god sakes! That is kinda funny if you think about it, lol. He isn’t really scary. He is kinda boring looking. He has short hair and is sort of balding. He is wearing a suit. He has a bag or a briefcase with him. I can’t really…

  • Stealing Marbles

    —

    by

    jesseteller
    in

    Every time we moved into a new house my mother did the same scam. She convinced the landlord to buy her a few gallons of paint, a couple of brushes and a roller, and she would paint the entire house if he would give her a cut on the first month’s rent. When we moved…

  • Lost Confessions: Sister

    —

    by

    jesseteller
    in ,

    Dan put her in a room. He stood in front of the closed door. “I want you to pretend that there is a monster in this room. That monster is hurting your sister, he is hurting her. You have to get through this door to her to protect her. GO!!” Adam ran double fast to…

  • Billy Badass 2

    —

    by

    jesseteller
    in

    Gregory Romeo was a kid from school I had been friends with for years. He lived outside our neighborhood in a tiny duplex in a highly Latino section of the city. He was within walking distance of my neighborhood and one day, when I was in his area, we met up on the street. We…

  • A Cry in the Night

    —

    by

    jesseteller
    in

    I was wearing new pajamas, lying on the top of a new bunk bed, in my new room in my new house. I knew I liked my room. I knew the living room was bigger than the last one. This house had a backyard and there was a boy my age who lived next door.…

  • Lost Confessions: Scratch, Part 3

    —

    by

    jesseteller
    in ,

    At the very end of my senior year, I was working my shift at Pizza Hut when my short, neurotic manager spun me around. Business was booming and pizza was flying everywhere. “You have visitors. Two girls. Big surprise. You have two minutes and I need you back here.” She buzzed away. I looked up…

  • The Last Bit of Warmth

    —

    by

    jesseteller
    in

    In the end they all turned on me. Or I walked away. Or the money ran out. Or it all just got to be too much. The Writers Club crowd that had somehow morphed into the Degenerates died. We came apart as if tossed by a cold wind. We got a place together as the…

  • Lost Confessions: Scratch, Part 2

    —

    by

    jesseteller
    in ,

    When I was a sophomore in high school, my sister got kicked out of the house. My mother, who had been locked in a brutal war with Lisa since my sister was six, had finally justified herself in tossing Lisa away. While my sister was off at a school homecoming event, Mom made Servant pack…

  • Lost Confessions: Scratch, Part 1

    —

    by

    jesseteller
    in ,

    In seventh grade I was pretty much a joke. I had no friends. I was wildly unpopular. I was laughed at, I was threatened, I was tortured. At school my sister met a girl named T, from across the room they became best friends. T was a headbanger. She dressed like a headbanger. She walked…

  • Addicts

    —

    by

    jesseteller
    in

    In the dark, we heard Harvard’s CD player. The driving deliberate bass, the whine of the lyrics, the sarcastic pop of the drum, barely there at all. Breathe it in and breathe it out and pass it on it’s almost out. We’re so creative so much more. We’re high above but on the floor. It’s…