I didn’t get invited to go to Sarah’s house. She would come to mine and sleep over all the time....I never thought I’d go to hers.
Crusted dishes climb up out of the kitchen sink. There’s a pair of crumpled socks on the rug. He’s wearing ripped sweatpants.
She liked it when the story of her scar shocked her lovers, and makes a point of checking their skin for any scars to test them into telling her.
How do you know you’re a boozer? Well, you’re a fucking boozer if (There are a multitude of ifs. Prepare yourself, you poor young man):
The two of us were inseparable— much like our grandfathers, who spent their time together overseas in the war as young men; not much older than ourselves. We, on the other hand, spent our time in dim lit pillow-forts...