Tag: Sketch/Vignette
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1. I can’t even begin to tell you how ready I was to leave Texas. To put high school behind me. My senior year was unusually full of Suck (although in fairness to my friends, there was a decent amount of Wonderful too) and I needed a fresh start. So my parents and I loaded…
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1. The boys pass by my window like a slow-moving film reel. One boy sits inside a blue shopping cart, followed by the second boy pushing a second cart. The little parade rolls down the street, moving in the direction of traffic. There are few cars at this time of day, but I still worry.…
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In my parents’ office, there were four tables pushed together to make a single large one. I remember sitting underneath those tables while my dad worked. I was out of school, for the day or for the summer, and I needed to be entertained. My dad gave me an old toolbox filled with china markers and…
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Thinking ahead, I tell my girlfriends The Rule: I don’t dance with strangers. If you see one approach, rescue me. Thanks. Fortunately — and unfortunately — for most of the night, The Rule doesn’t come into play. My ego takes a bit of a hit. But then, it’s too dark and crowded for me to…
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Two men, both wrong. Separated by fifty years in terms of age, and several hours in terms of my day. They speak with authority, but I know they are wrong. “No, this shuttle doesn’t go directly to the airport. It just picks us up and takes us to the central station.” The Texan. The chiseled…