The Final Revival of Opal & Nev

by Dawnie Walton

That’s what the South was like for me. Sweet on the first taste, but something gone sour underneath.

Let’s get to the root of this question. Looking the way I did, and as poor as we were, how did I not just let life run me over? I’m sorry, I don’t usually use this word, but it’s because fuck that. I believe in myself above all.

But my personal definition of success is that you don’t do a goddamn thing you don’t want to. If you ain’t feeling it, you ain’t gotta do it.