The Body

by Stephen King

When I got to college I found out I’d beaten long odds just by not being born retarded… although I think my dad had his doubts when he saw my friend Vern taking ten minutes to puzzle out the dialogue in Beetle Baily.

Everything was there and around us. We knew exactly who we were and exactly where we were going. It was grand.

The most important things are the hardest to say, because words diminish them. It’s hard to make strangers care about the good things in your life.

Friends come in and out of your life like busboys in a restaurant, did you ever notice that? But when I think of that dream, the corpses under the water pulling implacably at my legs, it seems right that it should be that way. Some people drown, that’s all. It’s not fair, but it happens. Some people drown.