You may be wondering what this "me on houses" means... well it's not really about houses per se, more about people and their shittiness factor. Warning: I'm still really doped up on NyQuil.
I wanted to be invisible. Out of nowhere, with, I swear, nothing in my history to predict it, I'd done something people regard as sick and disgusting and I wanted to disappear.
I haven't written anything for CoN in a long time, so I suppose that if my last article was about the happiness Internet dating had brought me, it's only fitting that my next should be somehow related to the end of said relationship (and the horrible, unrelenting pain associated therein).
I want to tell you a story about Vern. Vern was a good friend of mine, and a client in one of the group homes that I worked in, you know group homes, assisted living for people with disabilities.