winter formal

The Squeeze by thebitterlemonApril 1, 2012

Memories out back.

Last night, I joined a girlfriend for dinner before an event we had tickets for. The event, an MMA fight, was in an area of town that doesn’t have much going on. The best we could find was an Outback Steakhouse. Outback Steakhouse was the first job I ever had. I was 16, had just […]

Light Pulp by thebitterlemonOctober 4, 2010

Winter Formal.

I keep a giant, expandable folder of notes, journal entries, cards, ticket stubs, and all things that might jog my memory as I attempt to write this book. Over the next few weeks, my assignment is to write and organize all of my “Adam” information—my first love. I can hear the singing from the angels […]