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250 pages, Paperback
First published March 1, 2012
Maybe take art classes. That's what he's always loved, seeing something and making it come alive on paper. There are angles and shadows he sees all the time that he frames inside his head and wants to get down on paper just right, but he's usually with Truck who scoffs at art, or if he's not with Truck he's laid up in the bed trying to sleep off one of Truck's marathon benders he'd been foolish enough to participate in. Seems stupid, really. The one thing that gives him joy, the one thing he loves to do, he mostly just remembers doing a long time ago.
Like everybody he knows, he wants to get out of this town and start his life all over again. That was the thing he thought about more than anything else when he had been landscaping, mowing or pulling weeds or blowing leaves across somebody's lawn. He would imagine himself in a new place away from Mom's ratty old trailer, away from Truck and Chet and the ex-girlfriends that broke his heart, not because he'd loved them, but because he'd loved them young and now he sees them fat and lethargic, toting around toddlers with dirty faces and shit-heavy diapers, left alone by husbands who in one way or another had learned to abandon everything—including the boys they once were—as a matter of principle.
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