dead prussian general
I think I broke a land-speed record answering the doorbell. My friend Will was getting dropped off, and it was an important day for us: we were going to finally see the new Spider-Man movie.
“Hey Will, hey Mrs. M,” I said.
It was night and I couldn’t sleep. Everyone else was passed out asleep while I huddled in my blanket next to the fireplace, watching the sparks float out every time the fire crackled. They’d flicker for a moment, then disappear.
The first time Dad gave it to me I did six laps around the house. He said I was practically bouncing off the walls. I was hooked, though. I needed the rush. I’d beg him for it whenever he went out.