mental-health
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I’ll admit it. It was a mistake. My job is simple. Drive. Bring Carlo wherever he wants to go. Open the door, close the door, drive the car. Always put up the partition. Keep my mouth shut. That was the problem. That has honestly always been the problem. It’s like a nervous tic. Stress makes it bad; tense…
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I hate these meetings, still. Don’t get me wrong, I see their worth. Not sure I’d be alive without them; certainly wouldn’t be walking around free. We talk about “jails, institutions, and death” in the halls. Meaning that, in the active grips of our diseases, we can reasonably expect to end up in one of…
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DETAILS Rome – 1997. I missed the first train. Everything that happened stemmed from that small and seemingly random detail. An hour to kill on the platform. Tossing cards into my bag (backup set, of course; not the pack I found in Austria – see page 32); missing more often than not. Bored group of…
Matt Greene 