The leaves had only just begun turning red when my father slapped me behind the head in the parking lot outside my high school. I was 16 at that point and had already gotten used to life slapping me behind the head.… more
The leaves had only just begun turning red when my father slapped me behind the head in the parking lot outside my high school. I was 16 at that point and had already gotten used to life slapping me behind the head.… more
