The Basement Window


For me, it might as well have been a gate between heaven and hell.

For everyone else driving by, it was simply a lit-up window sitting on the earth like a glowing snail. A luminous blip of symmetry on your way to the nearby park, church, McDonalds, or school. A bright square dividing the siding. An architectural necessity. An eye of yellow fabric on a typical suburban tapestry.

Growing up for me as a kid was difficult when it came to relating to people. I was incredibly sensitive and emotional, byproducts of having severe depression chiseled into my person by some villainous genetic artisan. Throughout my young life, and into adulthood, I struggled with the very basic interactions with my friends. I could never tell if I was teasing them too much. I could never tell if they were teasing me too much. I could never control my emotions in…

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