He Poured Beer Down My Jacket And Demanded My Call Sign Until He Realized Who I Really Was

you’ve had a hard night. It doesn’t check in about your emotional availability or ask whether now is a good time. It arrives the way it always arrives, which is at whatever moment is least convenient and with no concern whatsoever for what came before.

A teenage skateboarder with a shattered wrist came in before noon, furious and frightened in equal continue reading …