Alyssa was a cocktail waitress. A tall, thin woman whose prowess in the art of seduction bordered the fine line of black magic; she used full lips and gentle curves to usher an orphan into her twisted maternal grasp.
“Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere” meant something specific for Young, in a strange city where the weather never changes, dreaming of a bit of a breeze that never seemed to come.
After years of tumultuous marriage, Mom and Dad are finally splitting up. Mom has been apartment hunting and Dad’s all packed up. On top of that, they caught me smoking weed this morning and are furious about it.
Sometimes stories have the ability to go far beyond entertainment. They become ingrained in the very fabric of our lives, just because they were there at the right time.
'What’s going on?' I asked, assessing the situation. She nodded her head to a woman nearby, who was eyeing us suspiciously and mumbling to herself. 'She hit me.'
I can learn by listening. Listening and Listening and more Listening until eventually my parents insist that I take my headphones off and “be present” or get grounded.
