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Sunday school stories are just another type of superhero comic. Counting on Jesus to save the day is no more real than sending up the Batman signal.
Actual fact: you could make an entire second world out of what people throw away. The landfill is where I figured out one of my main philosophies, that everybody alive is basically in the process of trading out their old stuff for different stuff, day in day out. The idea though is to be moving up the ladder, not down, like the McCobbs were. Landfill, pawnshops, Walmart.
Duffield.
People stopped on their way to someplace better.
Eagle Scout of trailer trash.
Lisa Frank,
The moral of his story was how you never know the size of hurt that’s in people’s hearts, or what they’re liable to do about it, given the chance. I thought of
false. Never be cruel. I can always be hopeful of you.
“It’s more like this bag of gravel I’m hauling around every day of the year.
If somebody else brings it up, honestly, I’m glad of it. Like just for that minute they can help me drag the gravel.”
surface, and if I lost the shine, I was nothing.
People find more ways to shut up their monsters than a Bible has verses.
You don’t get points for hitting the side of the barn.
That’s high school for you, a bevy of people unfit for adult life encounters in any form.
dogwood winter. April, the month of the whole sorry world praying for deliverance, with dogwoods and redbuds all pretty on the roadsides and new green leaves lighting up the mountains. Then
Nobody gives you a test, is the thing. The day comes,
they hand you a new
Tammy Cochran sing “Life Happened.”
That’s all people really want, for you to fit into their maneuvers.
“Certain pitiful souls around here see whiteness as their last asset that hasn’t been totaled or repossessed.”
The wonder is that you could start life with nothing, end with nothing, and lose so much in between.
She was not in the business of throwing her life away so other people can stay shitfaced.
blown brain will reach for any sideshow to dodge the main event.
He said up home we are land economy people, and city is money economy. I told
would call us the juice economy.
We did not save our juice, we would give it to each and all we meet,
Just talking about it made me homesick for the life of unlocked doors that Chartrain called Not the Real World.
pointed out how a lot of our land-people things we do for getting by, like farmer, fishing, hunting, making our own liquor, are the exact things that get turned into hateful jokes on us.
