Stephen Florida

by Rachel Holscher
Author photograph © Nina

off a piece of my championship trophy and bury it next to her. By the end, she was barely giving a shit about any goddamn thing, but she was a good Christian and could appreciate the Old Testament ceremony of it, so I guess it made her happy.

And if we’re on the topic of confessions, I might as well: I have been here three years and failed. I don’t like to use the words “last chance,” but I’m not delusional. This is my last chance to do what I promised. It’s been so long since I’ve felt it that I’ve forgotten what choice feels like. There are scientists in the polar circles and missionaries in Micronesia, these people choose to be put in foreign, forgotten places for science or God service, and they can lean over the rim of renounced free will, they kneel down in the church and say, “I’m ready to hear about what God has in mind for me!” and get the water sprinkled on their heads. I am in North Dakota, in a town called Aiken, which

I’ve felt it that I’ve forgotten what choice feels like. There are scientists in the polar circles and missionaries in Micronesia, these people choose to be put in foreign, forgotten places for science or God service, and they can lean over the rim of renounced free will, they kneel down in the church and say, “I’m ready to hear about what God has in mind for me!” and get the water sprinkled on their heads. I am in North Dakota, in a town called Aiken,

Some of the famous wrestlers throughout history include George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, Benjamin Franklin. In seventh grade, to get you interested they tell you this, but I didn’t need any extra interest and I would’ve stuck any of those assholes.

Now I keep things to myself. I edit and develop in my own mind. If someone wanted to know about it, I figure they’d ask, but I have a shaved head and a face that appears mean in repose and I’m quick to anger, which is something I got from my dad, which helps me out in wrestling but not in interpersonal communications. I took a class on that, too.

He’d kill one person and then get bored and probably go find more interesting people to kill in Minneapolis.”

refasten the Velcro over my laces,

won’t be over until March, thinking about my weak, sweaty good-bye to the whole thing before it gets sucked inside me for good.
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