Lit, a recollection (II)

Read the first of this series here. White lights queued. I made a new friend, and (much to my frustration) I cannot make his face out. I do, however, recall a sense of belonging; a nervous pain and desire that spoke through our eyes. We wanted to escape, to run with the liquor because childhood doesn't [...]

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Lit, a recollection…

PART I: Moments of pain are so intricate with probability. It's only when you sit in a 4WD hitting sixty — that you begin to connect the dots. I got soaked in hot water when I was ten. Quite a prolific moment. If I hadn't slept in my long PJs the night before, I wouldn't [...]