Shoeburn Ruffet

The address given to me by Greta was written in such a way that the words looked like numbers, and the numbers looked like the aftermath of a startled octopus meeting a deep-sea diver in a corner café. It was the worst writing I had ever seen.

I was thinking that preparing to meet someone you don__ think you__l like is a lot like pulling a tooth you do like, in that you__l be very sweaty and know very well (at least at that moment in time) that life would be far grander if you went in another direction.

My father was a patient father. He was so patient that when he once saw a sign that read __atient Entrance_ at the Welt Foot Hospital, he drove his automobile incredibly slow.

My attention was like cooking butter, not spreadable at the best of times. And when it was spreadable, it could destroy your toast by setting it ablaze. I was unpredictable, even to myself.

A great deal of a child__ life is being asked and being told things by adults and not knowing the answers or what to do. So, I didn__ say anything.