The Adventures of Ben Yost

    Early morning anxiety attacks and persistent phases of 3 AM paranoia inspire my inhibitions, bask my bleak existence in something new and render my eyes useless. I only see black as I weightlessly descend deeper into the nothing I use to take pills to avoid. This comfortable, powerful nothing. I want it.      She [...]

Journal and Wise Words From Wise Men

I woke up yesterday morning and said, ” Fuck, it’s April 3rd.” I found my self tracing back the days on my calender to make sure none of em had snuck by without me noticing. Sure enough: On Monday I went to class, got high at the pool, took a nap and got drunk playing [...]