Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke

by Eric LaRocca

After all, what exactly is a family, if not a brotherhood and sisterhood afflicted with the same terminal disease?

If it seems like I am somewhat hesitant, it’s merely because it feels like I’m holding a funeral for my former self – the person I was before I lived with integrity and honesty. It’s the funeral for a person I wouldn’t want you to know.

I think I felt like what an astronaut feels like when they hurdle toward earth in a tiny prison chamber, flames eating away at their vessel as they enter our atmosphere.