zachary pfriem

This morning on the bus I sat across from a man who was verbalizing his twisted, non-sensical thoughts. I sat there and wondered if there were a difference between him and me.

My mind right now is torn by a pivotal, life altering crossroads, a decision that has to be made by this afternoon. The voice in my head is like a game of Pong, however, both padels are of near exact equal skill level, resulting in a never ending match. So many factors to consider. Proximity to home, friendships developed to be potentially lost, culture, private versus public, Bellevue versus Seattle. This whole situation makes me want to scream at the top of my lungs, “HOLY FUCKING SHIT!”