My dad kept giving me “love pats.” Love pats are soft punches of encouragement that are administered on the knee, shoulder, and arm.
My sister said that she could help me fix up my hair. It was weird to have them pay so much attention to me.
“What do you mean? What’s wrong with my hair?” My sister just kind of looked around, uncomfortable.
I reached my hands up to my hair and realized that a lot of it was gone.
I honestly don’t remember when I did it, but from the look of my hair, I must have grabbed a pair of scissors and just started cutting without strategy.
Big chunks of it were missing all over the place. It was like a butcher’s cut.
I hadn’t looked at myself in the mirror at the party for a long time because my face was different and frightened me.
Or else I would have noticed. My sister did help me trim it up a bit,
and I was lucky because everyone in school including Sam and Patrick thought it looked cool.
“Chic” was Patrick’s word. Regardless, I decided to never take LSD again. Love always, Charlie
January 14, 1992
Dear friend, I feel like a big faker because I’ve been putting my life back together, and nobody knows.
전체재생
다음페이지
문장검색