Spiraling. . .
Crickets. . .I hear crickets. . .Billions and billions of crickets. If you can’t get rid of these damn crickets I’m going to kill myself tomorrow. That’s what dad said, over and over and over and over again. My brother finally convinced him that it would be best if he went to the ER. No help from the family doctor, except a “make an … Continue reading Spiraling. . .