Zac dangled his legs off the edge of the building, hanging onto every word I said as though I were some old time bard telling an epic war tale. I tried to be as detailed...

Not a day has gone by, he said. Poor Jos. Days had gone by for me. It wasn’t that I had forgotten about him, I always knew that he was out there. It just stopped...

I have led you down a road of deception just to correct you and make you look like an uneducated ass

P.S. It’s not schizophrenia, it’s creativity, there is a difference. My voices go away after I let them tell their stories.

I am the collector of the past.

It surprised me that I was already using the past tense. People I knew. As if I didn’t know them anymore.

Since when do you look out for me? You really have grown up.””Had to happen sometime,” I say.

You’re not broken. You’re perfect. And when you get to get away from these kids, you might finally have a good man.