DAVID'S PLACE:

I finally sneezed today. I had not sneezed in exactly 19 days. I was going crazy with anxiety. In the midst of this coronavirus pandemic, unemployment in the millions, a crashing stock market, and brutal world conditions I sat in my apartment and was entirely consumed with thoughts of waiting for when I would sneeze. Yes. This is not a stranger than fiction piece of creative writing. It is about me in mental torment because of this strange, rare, hardly researched condition that has destroyed much of my life.  My inability to sneeze is not new. It seems logical that each time it happens and than when I finally blast out a sneeze I should be cured. But, over many years it does not work that way.  The problem just rebuilds again very soon after a sneeze finally comes. Then, soon after a few aborted sneezes I am back sitting and obsessing about the next sneeze I want so desperately to happen no matter what real legitimate problems I have going on. It is so sick.  Once...

I am so sick of Donald J. Trump, President of the United States, monopolizing my life. But, I cannot stop thinking about him. I admit it. He is a drug and an addiction to me. I am addicted to watching, listening, talking, tweeting and reading about Trump on CNN, MSNBC  FOX news, Twitter, Facebook, and almost any media where I see his name.  Wherever I can get a snort of Trump I dive in. I devour his scummy life packed with sensationalized news each day. While despising every disgusting, stupid, vile, reprehensible thing Trump is saying or doing I cannot get enough of this wreck of a human being.  Just like any junkie I start getting withdrawal symptoms when I am deprived of getting Trump news.  For me, a minute away from Trumps activities is an eternity if something is going on with this evil, low life, gutter rat.     Eventually, Trump will not be President. The feeling of not getting Trump fixes will be like being cut off from any narcotic...