Out East: Memoir of a Montauk Summer

by John Glynn

Why did I get wrecked like that? I drank to have fun, to slow my anxious thoughts, to amplify my humor. But mostly I drank to connect. I wanted to feel a part of something. I wanted to be loved. I longed for someone to know me in all the ways I couldn’t know myself. But the drinking didn’t always get me there. It often netted out at oblivion. As we peeled up to the mountain, I wondered if I was the only one in the world who felt like this.