From the author: Shit Gets Real
It was cold enough to frost our breath as we laid down under a tarp on the steep slope at the back of Wallace’s property. The mud felt like a waterbed filled with ice cream and pudding under us. The things I'll do to protect an innocent boy. You'd think my three brothers would have cured me of any and all sentimentality toward the male species.
Jasmine was dolled up in suede pants and a swing coat and a hat with tassels on it, for fuck’s sake. She alternated between peering through an...