Michael McAllister: Talk to me baby.
When I remember Oscar I remember that day, I remember the sight of him down the hall, the package in my hand. As if I could drop the package and somehow save him.
I wish I could say that it changed everything; that losing him made me stop. But I didn’t. Or I couldn’t. In memory, it was just the beginning.
And Ask the Dawg:
That was the beginning. There is a good two years worth of more scandals and stories. I would spare you from them but I keep writing about them, little by little, as the doors unlock and the regret fades into a need to understand. But not today.
Write stories in which nobody takes drugs or dies.
I’ve added Michael to my blogroll. I mean, how could I not?
