Home Is Hell

For Joe, coming home to West Virginia was like being denied his existence. The VA lost his paperwork. The shrink would routinely forget his name, prescribe him bottles of sedatives with names he couldn’t pronounce. People he went to high school with didn’t look at him as he’d cross the street to the grocery store - and when the produce section’s automatic misters turned on, they’d play a cute little “thunder clap“ sound which sent Joe diving for cover. That, he noticed, got them looking. Looking right at hi