Big City, Big Problems It didn’t matter which one of me you asked, that was likely the best time of my life. Even though that wasn’t who I was anymore, I still never laughed harder or more living the mortal life. On the inside, my true self was thriving on the barrage of overstimulation. As…

Big City, Big Problems There is a peculiar conflict of emotions when something you can destroy with little effort laughs in your face. On one hand, I was pissed, an iota away from dropping her from the clouds to see if she would survive, knowing full well the odds. On the other, I had to…