A little sneak peek of something i'm working on
It was the fall of 1995, when all I ate for breakfast was scrambled eggs and one slice of ham . The smell of rain made me sick. I watched American football and listened to stories of how my great grandfather survived the world war and the great depression. I read the instruction manuals of every device we owned and old fairytale books. I listened to rock bands and songs no one knew the names of. 1995, I’ll never forget that year. It was the year I became the school weirdo. Why? Nothing screams weird like your best friend committing suicide, right? …It wasn’t my best year. It wasn’t anyone’s best year.