July 1, 2026 | Nonfiction
The Day I Thought I Might Have A Drinking Problem
Katie Haley
Some spit clogged in my hair and snot dripped down to my mouth.
Some spit clogged in my hair and snot dripped down to my mouth.
Sitting in his gold Toyota listening to old metal. He turned down The Accused to tell me about his diagnosis.
This has been a bad date that ended with a bad blowjob.
All I have every week is nothing but free time but I won’t tell the twenty-one-year-old that.
I started talking like a retired showgirl in a ruined by cigarettes raspy voice and asking my mom things like ‘what good is Tom without some of Dick and Harry on the side?’