the kid

They’d had to resuscitate the kid twice and were beginning to consider that there may already be some degree of life altering brain damage before the truth just kind of crawled out of me like I was purging myself of some awful, alien parasite and it was out there and I was done and for the first time I saw my best friend as something not even human but as some terrifying, furious god and I knew I was going to run away from him and from everything as soon as I could because I was far too much of a coward to stay around and even pretend that any of this could ever be forgiven or even partially mended.

Unsorted Polaroids from a life in a shoe box.

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