He stirred a bit to the steady hum of the air conditioner and a familiar throbbing in his head. He knew better than to open his eyes and reached blindly for the bottle on his nightstand. He was cold and wet with his own sweat, his body working hard to rid itself of the night… Continue reading What Happens in Vegas…
"I'm hurting right now. I'm out of places to go; I need help. I'm in my car with all my stuff and $20 to my name." Christmas came and went without a peep from Kurt. Not even a card. Or a demeaning text meant for someone else. Assuming he was busy embracing impending fatherhood, I… Continue reading Broke and Homeless
I didn't hear much from Kurt after the incident with Blue Van Tenant, aside from a few texts that were clearly meant for someone else...named Bryn. The texts were nasty and accusatory, laden with profanity and grammatical errors so horrendous that even auto-correct couldn't make sense of them. But the intentions were clear, even to… Continue reading Room for Rent?
"So my life has abruptly changed; my fiance' is pregnant." A few weeks before I received his 30 second (as opposed to 30 day) notice of intent to move out, Kurt had been just a bit...off. Up until that point, he had been considerate, respectful and helpful, rarely complaining about anything. When he did have… Continue reading Kurt & the “Mother Lover”
For $260 a month he got an 8 x 10 room with a bed, a chair and a storage bin in a house shared with four strangers. And yet, something about him was quite charming. I first met Kurt when he rented a room from us in Akron. For $260 a month he got an… Continue reading Meet “Kurt”