coming-of-age

You see, there is a major downfall to living in a tourist town. You guessed it, the constant turnover of new people. You cannot really connect with anyone because no one is ever here for more than two weeks every year, if they comeback at all. The intruders never thought about what happens once they leave. ~ Stella

This is what I know about my parents. They spent the next several years trying to forget each other, and me.

If he knew, if he only knew that I was giving him every chance to put two and two together and come up with a number bigger than infinity.

And in this moment, I realize one reason it's so great to have a best friend is sometimes, like right now, Cal and I are thinking the very same thing.

It was the year Frankie thought about the world. And she did not see it as a round school globe, with the countries neat and different-colored. She thought of the world as huge and cracked and looseand turning a thousand miles an hour.

I was surfing the Internet for a different sort of education. I surfed for photos of circus freaks and synonyms for the word intercourse and for answers to why staring at the stars in the evening tore my heart with longing.

When You See Millions of the Mouthless Dead"When you see millions of the mouthless deadAcross your dreams in pale battalions go,Say not soft things as other men have said,That you'll remember. For you need not so.Give them not praise. For, deaf, how should they knowIt is not curses heaped on each gashed head?Nor tears. Their blind eyes see not your tears flow.Nor honour. It is easy to be dead.Say only this, "They are dead." Then add thereto,"Yet many a better one has died before."Then, scanning all the o'ercrowded mass, should youPerceive one face that you loved heretofore,It is a spook. None wears the face you knew.Great death has made all his for evermore.

I journeyed alone for almost ten years before I found home. Adoptions are like very delicate gardening with transplants and grafts. Mine took hold, rooted, and bloomed, even though there were inevitable adjustments to the new soil and climate. Yet I have not forgotten where my roots started.

I guess this means we're uck-fayed, don't it Mikee?

Don't read their rubbish... Read mine __

Murphy's law inverted: What can go right, will go right.

Murphy's law inverted: What can go right, will go right. (Works if you're an optimist.)

For the first time I realized adults could back themselves into corners so remote that love, or its memory, could no longer reach them.

Partying and dancing have never been my thing, but drinking I could do with reasonable familiarity and skills. I decided to begin there.

What__ so beautiful about girls?_ I would implore.And the secret society of adults would reply with a smirk and wink as if I was merely a boy who couldn__ possibly have the mental maturity to comprehend such grown-up concepts as love and bleeding vaginas; __ou__l understand someday, James.

Why can't a girl just want to know stuff and not do stuff?

And then I know I'm being a man, not just some kid who's upset and wants it his way.

But I can__ manage to grow up and change shape. I__ still tiny, and staying that way, perhaps because I know the secret that everyone pretends to be unaware of, perhaps because I know that deep down we__e all tiny.