I finished high school with a sigh of relief. I was a noisy cycle of contradictions and complaints. A dribble of quick sentences. A shower of affection and emotion. Drunk on my youth. I was my highs and my lows and everything in between. I wore things, said things and did things with the anticipation …
The Last Good Day
He would watch me read for as long as his restless mind would allow. He would sit with his signature grin, squinting with such intensity I almost believed that he too could see the words I read. Right on cue, he would accuse me of skim reading "No one reads that fast Darby, you're pretending" …
