Looking back everyday was overcast.
”At the end of this war I’m never coming back home.”
Black Friday is the busiest shopping day of the year.
The others were kinder but we never loved them.
We’d huff so many helium ballons together I thought our voices would permanently stay shrill.
For Halloween we put down so many I forgot my name.
My grandmother was super religious. She had a giant bouffant and whenever she caught someone staring at it she’d point up and say; “The higher hair, the closer to god.”
During middle school my best friend Will and I would ride our bikes out to this bridge just to smoke cigarettes, eat Airheads and make wishes by spitting into the canal.
Everyday we’d wish for the same thing; to one day get a blow job.
We did this for years…
…I didn’t get head until 10th grade but at that moment I knew things were going to change for me.
The bathroom walls were pock marked with glory holes. Apparently we weren’t the only ones who knew how to break in.
Photos of alligator hunters were plastered on all the windows of gas stations and bait tackle stores.
age 11 & age 15
First love letter.
