by Jim Stitzel | Oct 30, 2015 | Stories
I can tell the Wellbutrin is doing its job. This is the third individual item I’ve written in as many days, which I think may very well be more than I’ve written in the last year. I also have story ideas spilling out my ears, which is also something that...
by Jim Stitzel | Oct 29, 2015 | General
The alarm goes off for… what? The fifth time? Sixth? I’ve lost track, partly because I have a tendency to sleep through alarms. I can recall at least two before this, though, so I’m sure there are a couple I “missed.” Without opening my...
by Jim Stitzel | Oct 28, 2015 | General
This tiny tablet is the first step of the next stage of my search to find mental wellness. (How sad is it that I kinda love the color?) Those of you who also suffer from mental illness may recognize that little pill as buproprion, an off-brand of Wellbutrin. This is...
by Jim Stitzel | Sep 1, 2015 | Stories
“Ain’t natural, Karl.” “‘Course not.” “Fog’s ‘sposed to burn up in sunlight, not pile up against the edge of a man’s property like it’s beatin’ on a wall.” “Ever’body knows that,...
by Jim Stitzel | Aug 27, 2015 | Stories
Chaz raises the weapon he holds in his left hand. He can feel the Weight of it dragging his arm back toward the earth, but it is that very same Weight that allows him to wield the hand cannon at all. When he first claimed the Kraken, when he first held the Object that...
