I looked at the address on the slip of paper and found she lived close to where I stayed at the time. I’d lived in her neighborhood before and knew it well. In a way, I thought it was the most fortuitous thing in the world. If a relationship developed,…
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I was at the bottom of my game. Slinging pizzas ten hours a day, I’d come home and sit down to a twelve-pack and pint of whiskey or a couple bottles of wine. I lived in a room in an airplane bungalow and my roommate was about as much of…
Leave a CommentI’ll never forget the feeling of falling, endlessly falling. I was lying in my room, bed oriented toward the door. I felt bigger than normal, as if I was expanding, slowly but inevitably turning into Rabelais’ Gargantua. The loneliness was deep, almost impenetrable. I looked out at the room around…
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We were sure the cops were going to take us in. I kept going over in my head how I’d get out. I had no family in town I could call for bail. I had nothing in my bank account, no friends who had more than a few bucks in…
Leave a CommentThe bunk bed’s time was up. Nick is 16 now and has moved into the back room. He uses the bed in there that we once kept for guests. He left behind him all the toys, projects, books, and models he paid attention to as a child. In his new…
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