November 6, 2018:
Three dudes in a field.
Maybe the high school? Dunno. It would have been like me to suggest going there for our photo shoot.
One is the kind brother, the lanky one who's always good to me. The second is the coprolaliac, "Uncle Foul Mouth", frequently cutting. The third is me, lanky, shirtless, barefoot. They're ancient, because, they were always old. I'm seven and clearly having trouble standing still.
Why is it that her father never visited? Not even once.
August 14, 1965.