TALES FROM THE RED PLANET: Ithaca

something to think about...

I am going to try to make this as fun as possible, maybe throw in a joke or two. I want you to leave here knowing that you learned something, and that now you can somehow better yourself or have more options. So, here’s the story it started like any other day of the week sometime in mid-September. Near the end of summer, It was cold outside and the air started to get that thick wet feeling. What is that wet? Can anything truly be wet or does it just have water on it? My air just caught in various amounts of water, what life left me with every breath I took pushing further through time.

I wanted to get out of that f*cking house because I could not stand it anymore. My head burned and I didn’t know where else to go that night but you know what they say! F*ck it. I walked faster and the shoes I wore scraped loudly against the asphalt that the community would call “roads.” I looked down and felt my pockets for my lighter and I lit one up. The trees around me shifted with the smoke. I want…