I am a University at Albany freshman, looking to get my MBA. Along the way, I’ve started a hip-hop collective and begun my career as a writer. At 18, there is not much behind me, but hopefully plenty ahead.
I’ve filled my head with every Carlin special, Vonnegut novel, Hunter S. Thompson interview, Kanye album, and Calvin and Hobbes strip available; now it’s time to face the world.
Stories by Eric
It’s a New York spring morning: hazy, dim, quiet. From the bottom of the staircase I hear these new sounds: wailing, then choked silence, then gasping for breath. It is 6 in the morning and my mother is in tears.
Lightning flickers around faraway mountaintops, thunder plays a sweeter symphony with the rain’s percussive accompaniment. Nature’s music overwhelms me; the beauty in it has escaped me for my first decade of life.
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.