My Father's Pier
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I was born during a hurricane. My father joked that is was God's way of letting the world know that trouble had arrived. I emerged screaming louder than the wind raging outside. As humorous as it would have been for my parents to name me after the hurricane that devastated nothing but an abandoned coastline, I was instead dubbed "Adrian".
Born into a world where the last words we ever hear are tattooed across our bodies, we live. We live despite the imminent hanging over us. We live no matter how hard the engravings tear us down. We live.
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