The Cardboard HiltonBy Blake HaynerChicago, 1980 The cold wind rattled the walls as I curled up in my makeshift blanket of plastic and newspaper; the Sunday Chicago Tribune pages strewn over my ruddy torn blue jeans. The plastic lay over the newsprint to keep the water out and my unwashed clothes dry. Monday morning came late for me because... Read more
Meds or Not I have been taking a combination of drugs for the past eight years with relative success. Risperdal and Paxil were my first medications. The Risperdal took away all feelings and made me very focused with a side effect of extreme weight gain and subsequently diabetes. Before Risperdal my mood swings were exaggerated from low to... Read more
I have an intimate question that I would like to ask the community. I am 47 years old and married to a wonderful woman; we have been together for 15 years. I find it difficult to have a sexual relationship with my wife. We are close and at least best friends. I am attracted to other women and men. I am not gay or bi-sexual. I have lived with... Read more
Laying in turmoil on my bed my voice in my head rambling, the credit card bills are too much; you have to pay them off! Do something about this! You're going to have to end the pain. My legs twist my body turns trying to find a comfortable position so that I can fall asleep. Over and over the voice trails on, Get a job! Get a job! You have to... Read more