That was the summer when everything we would become was hovering just over our heads.

“Run a hand through your hair, like the white boys do, even though the only thin…”

“I watched commercial ave. slide past and there in the distance were the lights …”

“But if these years have taught me anything it is this: you can never run away. …”

“I certainly couldn't have survived my childhood without books. All that depriva…”