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Chapter 1a: Converging
Chapter 1b: Crisis
I started high school miserable. By my sophomore year, I was looping Sinead O’Connor on my headphones, the album with “Nothing Compares to You” and “I am Stretched on your Grave,” and trying not to
You can’t skateboard over road work. But you can wipe your bloody hands on your jeans; blood doesn’t look right going down a drain. Later you see a twenty dollar bill on the
None of us have The Touch,
Though we have felt The Touch
We are all (all of us
Wearing leopard-print dusters Just once,
I was thirty hands tall (like one whole horse
When I return home, Samuelson is still in the living room with his friend Jake. I hear them talking as I enter our apartment through the back door. They don’t know I’m home yet, as I had stepped out
Lightning struck my grandparents’ house five times in as many years.
My 11-year-old son thinks Imagine Dragons is the greatest band in the world. Maybe ever. I learn about his new passion in the most disturbing way.
It’s funny: I don’t recall ever hearing music around you, not in the condo and certainly not in the trailer.