“The university also gave me a coupon book with vouchers for food. There weren’t many, and I spent them all, without fail, the first week of every month. Sometimes I’d take my mother out for Chinese and pay the bill with vouchers.”
“My father was swerving around cars, speeding, honking. I rested my head on the strap of the seat belt, tried to ignore how fast he was driving, unsure if he was outrunning the storm or just angry with me. My mother and I had gotten into a fight.”
“It was the worst of times, it was the worst of times. Again. That’s the thing about things. They fall apart, always have, always will, it’s in their nature. So an old old man washes up on a shore.”