how to win the lottery #007 – any man by amber tamblyn
many times i have asked myself what i could’ve done to protect myself that night. i asked myself if i had deserved this. i convinced myself that i did, and it wasn’t hard to.
many times i have asked myself what i could’ve done to protect myself that night. i asked myself if i had deserved this. i convinced myself that i did, and it wasn’t hard to.
not everything was lost in the flow of time.
i am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice—not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person i ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother’s death, but because he is the reason i believe in god; i am a christian because of owen meany.
how many dots make a dad?
so i’d been given $80,000 to screw in a lightbulb. there is almost no way to dress it up; that’s what it was.
her name was jenny hauser and every wednesday i put pickles on her pizza.