I hadn’t been in proper school in three years. My parents were my two best friends. My third best friend was an author who did not know I existed.

“Tiny takes a shot, grimaces, and exhales. “Tastes like Satan’s fire cock,” Tiny…”

“Not Really," he said then lit a cigarette and handed it to me. I inhaled. Cough…”

“Avevo dedicato molta della mia vita a cercare di non piangere davanti alle pers…”

“And then something invisible snapped insider her, and that which had come toget…”