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368 pages, Paperback
First published April 23, 2016
It is safe to say that never once in my life had I dreamed of being in bed with a convicted killer, let alone one with his teeth in a margarine container in the kitchen, his mother in the next room, and the word HI! tattooed in tiny blue letters on his penis.
That night I finally understood that I was in love with the story of my relationship with Shane. That the story – oh the story – was so beautiful, tender, and romantic. But the reality was not any of those things. The reality was only abusive, destructive, and unbearable...That night I understood that for all those years, I'd been in love with the story – not the reality – of my life joined to Shane's. The story of myself as the one who could lead him out of the darkness, the one who could make him whole, healthy, happy. The story of myself as the one who could save him.
Not only was KP an integral part of the history and identity of the city of Kingston, but also of all the men, like Shane, who had ever been incarcerated there. It was a badge of honour, I think, for him and the other prisoners who could say they'd done time there and survived, had escaped the place, so to speak, with their lives. A part of each of them would be stripped away by this closure.