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Sometimes in life there are things that we witness or even do ourselves that seem to haunt our very existence. These "ghosts" as we have come to call them--as if they actually have souls however small they may be--seem to overtake our minds at times. A few of my "ghosts" have become immortal.
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I stand there staring into the pot slowly heating on the stove. As tiny bubbles begin to rise from the bottom I add a few pinches of kosher salt in encouragement. The grains quickly dissolve, clouding the water like a dense fog. Next, I add a tablespoon of olive oil, so they don’t stick together. I hate that.
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Monday August 3rd 2009
Times are hard and I work in a business that is slowly becoming obsolete. People are steering away from glasses and contact lenses to Lasik surgery and more permanent feasible choices in the field of eye care. I’ve never been the type to collect my thoughts and put them down and yet these have been the toughest months to endure as of late.
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Five hundred twenty six dollars and thirty four cents.
This is my paycheck after two weeks of full-time employment at the Thrift-Sak. It's enough to pay the rent two tanks of gas and the car insurance on my jalope of a ride.
My apartment is a complete shit-hole. When Sandra used to come
over, she told me that the cockroaches were complaining. She was always funny in that way that would annoy you, the more time you spent around her . She stopped talking, eventually. I should feel awful that it happened, but I really have no right to complain.
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Second siege of Vicksburg Mississippi. Union lines 1863.
“How did ya get ahold of them?” Felix Hatfield said with a little surprise. His friend Jerome Shockley was holding a small improvised bag made of burlap that held six potatoes of varying sizes which he had just removed from his knapsack. They served in the same Company E of the 114th Ohio Volunteer Infantry, or O.V.I. for short.