Kasey V. Draven
Screenwriter, Fiction Writer, Thinker, Eater. Personal interests include fiction, stock market, human rights, and the feeling of nostalgia from time to time.
Citizen App Changing Live News For The Future
In July 2021, Citizen a popular neighborhood watch app announced that they will begin paying its users in New York city $25/hr to record crime scenes and emergencies as it happens.
Last Of My Men
I wish I could cry. I wish I could show emotion to the end of a 7 year war. So many lives have been lost and for what? Looking back on it I wonder was it all worth it?
*WARNING STORY CONTAINS TRIGGER MOMENTS* April 6th, 1975, I’ll never forget the day. The smell of the fresh cut grass, the sound of bacon sizzling in the kitchen, and the smile of my mother as she wished me a happy 21st birthday. As much trust and communication, I had with my mother I couldn’t bring myself to tell her what my birthday plans were.
When I was seven I had a dream of a shark trying eat me. I woke up in a panic as nothing from my imagination had ever felt this realistic. It was after my mom had just told me the story of Medusa. As I fall into a deep sleep I noticed myself at the beach far from my family. I take a step into the ocean and the tide sucks me in. I can’t move I can’t breathe, I can only watch as great white shark swims towards me. I try my best to scream but to no avail. The shark gets within feet of me before I abruptly wake up.
Top 5 THC Strains For Inflammation
Well 2020 was an interesting year to say the least. For years I’ve battled with intestinal inflammation as well as arthritis in my knee. Medication worked occasionally but the older I get the less I wanted to put medication in my body that could potentially make my organs crap out on me in the future. Luckily for me though medical marijuana was an option. At my local dispensary they had a plethora of strains available for inflammation. Each strain I smoked for the total of a month to compare.
Garden Of Green
2020 was an interesting year to say the least. I got a potentially deadly virus, I lost my job, I hit rock bottom and nothing could get worse.
My Father Was....
Since I was a kid, I always wondered what my dad did for a living. Some days he was home some days he wasn’t. Some mornings he’d sleep in, some nights he’d stay up. However every time he went to work he’d always take a crusty package wrapped in brown paper.