Ohio Portrait no. 182
The Christmas after he died, she left a can of Pepsi on the stone.
He’s smiling. Looks eager to meet the girl his friends told him about. Comes straight up to me and introduces himself before I even look up. So begins the most uncomfortable 2 hours of my week.
He starts by telling me he likes to party. He keeps referencing 114 days with no explanation. And he’s staring through me! The whole…