Putting the bar in barista. 

A failed Bumble date leads me to learning there are 23 types of goldfish. 

Escaping or adventuring? 

I don´t know what hurt my grandmother more in terms of my father´s abusing of us... his constant cruelty or how she prayed for him. 

Sometimes, I just fade out. 

Sometimes, the sangria hits too hard. 

My drummer dreams continue to die. 

My drummer dreams died that day.

A fun, rebellious swim turns into a psychoanalysis of my comedy style. 

Sometimes, my inner child feels like she will scream if she does not sing.