Lost Confessions: Scratch, Part 3

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… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Scratch, Part 3

By the Crack of Thunder

Sandpaper. I had always thought sandpaper was obnoxious. It took forever. Created heat that burned the hands. Was uncomfortable and not worth the trouble. But when I got home after Chanel’s that day, I found sandpaper and carefully sanded down my staff. I made it smooth, slick and perfect. When I was done, it was… Continue reading By the Crack of Thunder