“Suck one and die,” says Scotty, a tall, mostly-true, kid. “I’m aggressive ’cause I think you don’t know shit.”
We’re in HowItWas class.
The Neon Guillotine
A 7-Eleven being on our side of town felt like a great welcoming. Like we were finally part of the big thing. We felt like we deserved it.
Things my Mother Said
My mother’s favorite thing to say to me was, “I am not your friend,” a gentle reminder against casual treatment. She’d often say, “You are my first born son, my only son,” as a reminder not to die.