David R Hojak

  • … But Now You’re Gone, I Haven’t Figured Out Why

    … But Now You’re Gone, I Haven’t Figured Out Why

    To follow the ultimate failure that became my first, real relationship as a teenager, lesson after lesson followed. Even now, years later, I make observations about happenings of yesteryearTo follow the ultimate failure that became my first, real relationship as a teenager, lesson after lesson followed. Even now, years later,..

  • All the Love Gone Bad…… Turned My World to Black

    All the Love Gone Bad…… Turned My World to Black

    Solitude meant independence in so many ways I hadn’t anticipated. So young, I just got lost in simply moving away from such a broken home, as early as possible. Ultimately, this meant taking on my first relationship entirely by chance, and somewhat out of desperation. Having grown as tired of…

  • We Have a Greed, With Which We Have Agreed

    We Have a Greed, With Which We Have Agreed

    Spring, 2019… Now outcast by friends, betrayed ultimately by a failed marriage & with more limited options than I’d ever before seen… panic-calls started flying from my phone in rapid-fire succession. Mind you, David Hojak was frantic. In the past, there had been instances where health hindered both employment & transportation in…

  • Once Divided… Nothing Left to Subtract

    Once Divided… Nothing Left to Subtract

    Arriving in Las Vegas, Nevada after my stay in the frigid, Arctic wastelands of Michigan was a relief. Cutting what should’ve been a three-day trip down to a two-day, cross-country blitz was even more amazing. All credit for safely traveling, past purchasing the vehicle, goes to the woman who accompanied…

  • A Price You Can’t Afford

    A Price You Can’t Afford

    Separations in relationships are never easy. Duration of time spent becomes irrelevant. Attributed instances of forgiveness are suddenly & conveniently forgotten. Efforts spent upholding trust & faith become instantaneously irrelevant. Everything contributed to fortifying meaningful moments becomes ammunition for insults, insecurities & bad memories… as inconsiderately & inconveniently abruptly as possible.