I wish you were here
He’s knocking again. Ten o’clock, eleven, one in the morning, two, three, four. He knocks at all hours randomly, waking me from my sleep. I thought I was dreaming at first.
Everyone’s Selling Something…
I can almost remember the exact moment I realized that grown-ups didn’t have all the answers. It hit me like a punch to the gut. I was about 14 or 15 when I had the epiphany. I had felt it from a much younger age, perhaps more in revolt than in true realization.
