Ramadan, and A Shit Week

Writing from the apocalypse, dispatch #6

This week was hard. It was trash fire in the dumpster hard. Like, when you’re standing a few feet away, watching, and as the fumes fog up your face, you’re like, “Wow, that stinks,” but you’re also stuck in quicksand, so the more rapidly you move from the situation, the quicker you sink… So, at a certain point, you realize: “Oh shit, I guess I have to j…