The New American Gothic

The finest thing I have and will ever write. It doesn't belong under fiction because every word is the unfiltered truth. The most beautiful experiences in life are often the mundane. Catharsis is all around us. Life is beautiful and heartbreaking. No romance required.

Frank was definitely picked last for dodgeball, and it shows.

What happens when we ask those questions we have resolved to ignore? What peace can follow the acceptance of our own ignorance and fear?