The Great Fainting.
One of the few writings that I have kept beyond the time that I was working on it. A memory that I’ve allowed a place to stay, a memento of what little I miss about Villanova (besides a few people). My funny one.
After a year I finally feel comfortable enough with it, tweaking it, polishing it a teensy bit, streamlining… I’ve done enough to it that I am sending it off to Cicada Magazine. Maybe they’ll publish it, maybe they won’t but at least I’ll give it a chance.
I don’t donate blood. And this is why. If you want to read it, email me.
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