It had crossed my mind that maybe I was rebelling as some last attempt at what I had missed out on in high school, but I don’t think I was made to rebel whether Jeremy had cancer or not.
Fiction
There Are No Roads That Lead Here
Childress is drinking the same whiskey pour he ordered an hour ago. He has maybe two a night, that’s it. He has a goatee even though no one has goatees anymore.
Not Lucky Enough
Not everyone is interested in having a big career. I can’t count how many times I’ve said that to people who are like, “but didn’t you go to Harvard?”