As I’m sure I’ve mentioned before, I spent some time in Romania. I lived there, went to school there, spent my pre-adolescent years there. This was the early nineties. A lot of shit went airborne in those days.
But I kept thinking about my grandfather fighting in the Pacific when this chick was born. My dad wasn’t even ten years old when this motion picture was made. I was turned on and skeezed out at the same time.
Since I quit this place, I’ve been working a job that’s very analytical. Very clinical. Things have loosened up the last few months and so I’m feeling the desire to write creep in again.
Backstory. Richmond, Va., June 2006.
Today is the ten year anniversary of the single most important moment of my life. I left Vienna and the seventh grade, head lowered and mother sickened.