Tell Me Another Story

and because of that, much of this book is about the pain of losing him—an experiment in truly and honestly listening to myself.

to me, he was everybody and everything i have ever known.

my grandfather, buddy, or pop, passed away while i was writing this book.

“we are, as a species, addicted to story. even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories.”
—jonathan gottschall

maybe they remind us of ourselves
fucking wild
fucking tired
totally mad
and totally misunderstood

“the mind does crazy things
all it takes is believing in something”

know firsthand
there’s only
one thing worse
than death itself
and that is the fear of it

youth
it leaves you quick
and it never comes back

the longing
the future feeling so vast
the not knowing who the fuck you are
the believing that we’ll always look this way
feel this way

she is angry
the kind of angry that’s mixed with sad