Teddy Wayne is the author of the novels Kapitoil and The Love Song of Jonny Valentine.
BY TEDDY WAYNE
Whatever doesn’t kill me only serves to gradually injure me, whether physically or emotionally, sapping me of the will to live, so that even if I remain alive I’m essentially a walking corpse, until I decide I would have been better off had I been killed—I’m sorry, but you know how everything else pales when you get a really nasty paper cut.
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