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Part One: What Went Wrong
There were days I felt like the bastard daughter of a ménage à trois between Fyodor Dostoevsky, Sylvia Plath, and Eeyore.
Days pungent with disappointment.
Days soiled and hoarding blame.
Allow me to offer some evidence: about 5 a.m. on the morningafter my last birthday, I was on my knees in front of the
toilet, leaning over it and looking down at the water, waiting to throw up again. I stared at my reflection and could see myself so clearly. My life in the toilet. I was right where I belonged.
From Termite Parade by Joshua Mohr. Copyright © 2010 by Joshua Mohr. Excerpted with permission of Two Dollar Radio.