The Summer I Died

by Ryan C. Thomas

problem. I guess some problems were too big to fix and you just hoped they would take care of themselves. I

The drug wasted no time climbing into the recesses of my mind and convincing my brain cells they could run the place with minimal staff.

The human brain has a difficult time rationalizing the absurd. It’s like watching aliens land in your backyard and take a dip in your pool. You think, “This is a dream, any moment now I’ll wake up.” And then you do wake up. And you laugh about it and go back to sleep. Only we weren’t waking up.