Tag Archives: Cri-Help

Rehab Stories: Rough Trade in the Kitchen

If I feel your hand on my ass, bro one more goddamn time I’m going to lose my shit That may be how they do things in prison but I’m a little boy from the suburbs and I feel I … More

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Christmas in Rehab

My family sits across the long table With shell-shocked trepidation they push over their presents for me I don’t deserve this, you know? Any of this Not the presents Not my family here taking time from their day to spend … More

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Rehab Stories: Rehab to the Stars

Welcome, my friend, and come on in to the rehab of your dreams. You’re going to love it here. We’ve lined up the heavy hitters, ripe for your schmoozing pleasure: the likes of which have never before been gathered together … More

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Rehab Stories: The World’s Worst Dating Service

Don’t fuck any of the women that is the very first thing you said to me as I walked through the door You forgot to mention that is was also a pretty good idea not to fuck any of the … More

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Watching People Die

Barry gave me Leonard Cohen and cried real, silly tears living “Famous Blue Raincoat” in suspended animation. On a rainy day in February, Barry put a gun in his mouth and expunged his sweetness from the story forever. Gideon like … More

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Self-Pity Sex

Nothing, I am nothing, I am less than nothing, I am a worthless piece of shit that can’t stop, I can’t stop, I can’t stop, I can’t go for one day even for one day without the drugs just one … More

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Nowhere No-Hitter

I can’t say…I’d never seen a no-hitter before because I had…many times I’d just never watched one strapped to a gurney drifting in and out of some detestable half sleep enjoying a black laugh at the remarkable racket of my … More

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One Day

One day I will be able to walk right up to people I don’t know and introduce myself with confidence and I will feel comfortable in my own skin and I won’t have to lie about my accomplishments to make … More

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You or the Bottle

My choice was you or the bottle and, I think we both knew what I would pick It’s dark here in this room, alone and I miss you, baby and I’d give anything to have you back; anything I own, … More

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Nothing to Say

nothing to say I have nothing to say that you would believe nothing to say that isn’t a lie nothing to say that wouldn’t insult your intelligence nothing to say so I choose to say nothing I have been embellishing … More

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