Killing My Flesh Without You: A Grotesque Love Story

Brace yourself. This story will be hard to read. Hell, it's not a pleasant story for me to write. It's grotesque and abhorrent. I'm just going to put it all out on front street. I am not a well-adjusted human being. But, then again, who is? What does it even mean to be "well-adjusted"? I suppose we are all fucked up in our own unique way. I'll start with when I stuck my hand in the garbage disposal.

Killing My Flesh Without You is one part coming-of-age story and a one-part grotesque love st...