HeyJaredfrom Marissa A. Ross
Essays, thoughts & god knows what from award-winning writer, humorist & artist Marissa A. Ross
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The Time Robert Pattinson & I Took a Piss Together (opens the original)
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It was 2015. It wasn’t quite a mansion, but one of those hidden sprawling gems of a home from a time since past, tucked into the hills of Los Feliz. The street was dark as I nervously walked to the front door of a party I knew I wasn’t nearly famous enough to be attending; a man holding a bottle of rosé silhouetted under the amber porch light.I honestly don’t know who or what was first said,but the man was patiently waiting at the door.He had rung the bell and knocked,however, no one answered.He
On Leaving My Mother, Again. (opens the original)
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I never planned on reentering my mother’s life. Ever. Not after all the afternoons my sister and I would come home from school wondering if it was the day we’d find her dead, then picking her up half-naked out of pools of her own vomit. Not after all the nights I spent at her bedside on my knees begging her to stop drinking, crying, while she ignored me still drinking, watching The History Channel. Not after the times we (again, my sister and myself, my dad was… wherever he was) had to drag her
You Can’t Say The Wrong Thing to The Right Person (opens the original)
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“You can’t say the wrong thing to the right person,” he said matter-of-factly, smoking a Marborlo Red in a lawn chair on a patio somewhere in La Cañada. I was 20, maybe 21. I had been pacing around waiting for his roommate I was “dating” (hooking up with after he got done with “band practice” at any given hour), complaining about how I obviously wasn’t … Read more
If I Wanted A Sugar Daddy (opens the original)
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An Update From a Freshly Homeless Woman Trying to Find The Words (opens the original)
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My mother had been sober for nearly a week. Each day I pridefully checked off her daily wellness to-do’s on the calendars I made for her: Gym. Morning meds. Psych meds. Sleep meds. Check. Check. Check. Check. I paid off her utilities, put as much down on her overdue HOA fees as I could. Watered the plants, did the dishes, got the mail; got an extension to fix her garage that is in violation approved. Things were looking somewhat up, despite being broke, isolated, and depressed in Rancho Cucamong
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