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160 pages, Hardcover
First published September 12, 2017
We all have our visions of crazy success.
Mr. Reilly must have had his once, too. A kid my age named Dave Reilly. He went to art school. Maybe he still secretly nurses those private visions where he's discovered and suddenly he's the big shit. I don't know.
And now he's thrown everything--all his talent, all his energy--into helping us paint and draw and sculpt and grow up. Boys who are hiding secrets, girls who can barely stand to see daylight--he has devoted his life to listening to us and giving us a space to make our statements.
That, I guess, is why he is one of the few actual adults I know, as opposed to people who are just old.