Sisi(Number 1)

It rained throughout the day I came alive. It always rained on my birthday anyway—not because of some supernatural, special, birthday-related force—It rained everyday in August, especially in the drab small town I had exiled myself to a few months before. I rolled onto my back, sweating profusely and slowly making a pool on the … Continue reading Sisi(Number 1)

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Sisi(number 46)

I—after 24 years of life and almost 7 years of extermination—knew that assholery and other despicabilities were in no way gender specific. But after dozens of walks, I had yet to encounter a victim of the fairer sex. I’d always considered myself to be unbiased in my choice of victims, but how could I explain … Continue reading Sisi(number 46)