18 Years of God Damn Bullshit: A Memoir

He Took Me to the Ferry on a Cold Misty Day

((TW:// Alcoholism))

The ferry was what men took you to when they wanted to do something with you that they could be interested in

On the mainland, we went to a gas station

He said to pick out any candy I wanted

I must’ve gone with hard caramel

The kind you sucked on until you grew impatient and bit into it

Or butterscotch

The store had bait minnows in it

I remember years before when I set all the minnows free

I didn’t think to do it this time

I saw you get a twelve-to-sixteen pack of Bud Light even though I knew you weren’t supposed to

I wanted to say something

What would I have said?

You gave me candy

I stuck to the deal

Later that year you turned yellow and died like a leaf in the fall