Full Circle. I was drinking water and coughed a little, and some water went down my throat and some water went up my nose. Just a little. And in that micro-sensation of my air passages being full of water and needing to clear them, my brain brought me back to 1987.
The One That Got Away
I don’t know how anything is OK right now.
Bobby was always nice to me.
A quiet boy. A shy boy. He wasn’t in band, he wasn’t a drama geek. He didn’t have a *thing,* he just sort of… blended in. (A chameleon quality I’ve always envied.) He didn’t stand…