still got a scar on my leg from one of the embers that broke out of the belly of that thing one time when my father was shoving pine into it. Nostalgia’s a funny thing, though. Even back then, when it happened, I knew it wasn’t a particularly terrible experience. Even though I wound up scarred for life I wasn’t scarred for life, you know? That’s what I call “Now-stalgia.” When you know a time in your life is gonna last forever, even before the moment is over.
