A realization hits. Hope is considerably smaller than I am. She stands at roughly five foot four (maybe less), blond matted hair drenched in sweat, with heels digging into trampled grass. I’m using all my weight pressing back the wall of concertgoers in Pocono Down’s Race Track field. All of this effort so she can… Continue reading Death, Anxiety, and Bon Jovi
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