You hear mothers say all the time that they would die for their children, but my mom never said shit like that. She didn't have to. When it came to my brother, it was written across her face in 112-point Tupac Gothic.

“Clavo saca clavo.Nothing sacas nothing, you reply. No one will ever be like her.”

“In order to write the book you want to write, in the end you have to become the…”

“...a particularly Jersey malaise--the inextinguishable longing for elsewheres.”

“They sounded a lot like me and my old girlfriend Loretta, but I swore to myself…”