The last time I saw my dad, we fought. Not an argument: a knock-down, drag-out wrestling match in the front yard as cars passed by and leered. It was my summer before coming to Harvard and I just wanted peace, but after I’d picked him up from jail a few days before, I knew there would be none. That... read full story
"I sacrificed myself to show you the wrong things to do. Now I can, you know, chill out and maybe not do it so much."