Dinnertime

The Ramones were on the stereo the day it happened. Emma and I were dancing. All of us were dancing. I was seven but the moment is set into my memory like a scar. My parents were drunks—maybe they still are—but they were never angry or fighting like the ones on television, just happy drunks. Anyway, Emma and I were... Continue Reading →

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