A theater date in September, shaking her jeans off in October, licking pumpkin spice off her breasts in November, waving a positive pregnancy test in December.
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The bed we used to share in Spring Lake, North Carolina is cold on Mandy’s side. Death, love, and pain test my will to live Wishing I’d said I fucked up. I’m living on her borrowed time at the edge of an arrow. She said something about how she needed time and that I’m deadContinue reading “I Loved Mandy To Death”
“Dad, I got something to tell you,” Mark says, playing with his hands. “I’m busy putting my sermon together, Mark.” I look up. “Can this wait?” “Dad, I’m gay.” “You know, I’m glad you’re happy, but,”— I remove my glasses—“I’m behind, kid.” I return my eyes to peck at my keyboard and then at theContinue reading “Dad, I’m Gay”