Reel.
I didn’t feel like running, for the first time in my life. I considered— practically fantasized about changing my departure flight home. There was so much resolution, without finality. Equal parts relief and reprieve. Yet, it was hardly salvation; rather, liberation.
I couldn’t stop stressing about the furniture. What was he going to do with it? When we would throw around the baseball, indoors, the furniture always became less weighty. Sometimes he wanted carrot sticks instead of fries. But after midnight, he wouldn’t mind the occasional steak at IHOP with his buddies. He tended to feel guilty afterwards. Early on, he asked me what I liked cooking, I told him: cereal.
