There’s always been a bit of a rift between my roommate, Jeff, and I, starting with the fact that he was an opiate Rx abuser, and I was a heroin junkie.
His parents were notable members of The Human Potential Movement during the sixties, so they love condescendingly asking in their New York Jewish accent while gazing into my Anglo-Saxon eyes with disdain, “So, C.J., are you looking forward to celebrating Christmas and Easter this year?”
It’s no surprise that Ben, Jeff’s father, went into psychology, from all the pain they endured with him.
I’m sure they dream of a transhumanism future where children’s alleles are altered to suppress suffering. Although, when my dog died, they were salivating like Pavlov and behaving like B.F. when they told my roommate that they were glad she’s gone.
Nevertheless, I text them whenever their K-9 has a substantial stomach ache.
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Charles J. March III is an asexual, neurodivergent Navy hospital corpsman veteran who is currently trying to live an eclectic life with an interesting array of recovering creatures in Orange County, CA. His various works have appeared in or are forthcoming from Evergreen Review, Atlas Obscura, Litro, Chicago Tribune, L.A. Times, Lalitamba, 3:AM Magazine, Ink Sweat & Tears, Fleas on the Dog, Dink Press/Problématique, Queen Mob’s Teahouse, The Recusant, Taco Bell Quarterly, Storm Cellar, Terror House Press, Harbinger Asylum, Madness Muse Press, Maudlin House, Misery Tourism, BlazeVOX, Blood Tree Literature (prize), The Babel Tower Notice Board, Bareknuckle Poet, Anti-Heroin Chic, Synchronized Chaos, The Beatnik Cowboy, Points in Case, Expat Press, Stinkwaves, Young Ravens Literary Review, The Writing Disorder, Literary Orphans, Otoliths, Oddball Magazine, et al. Links to his pieces can be found on LinkedIn and SoundCloud.