Saturday, September 15, 2007

Minor scar

When one is 15 years of age;

How do you know when you’ve crossed the line?
How do you know when you’ve broken a windshield with an angry arm inside out within a car in motion on a state highway?

Pebbled glass, that’s how. And stitches. And a black eye given by one's father.

Trust me.

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