Schooling ain't life." "Ain't it?" she says, her eyebrows raising in mock surprise.
And otherwise normal men become monsters, too.
When luck ain't with you it's against you." ~pg 92
I remember the ache I used to feel when she got too close, how it felt like grief, how it felt like a loss, like I was falling, falling into nothing, how it clenched me up and made me want to weep, made me actually weep.
Here is the boy, drowning.
Real life is only ever just real life. Messy. What it means depends on how you look at it. The only thing you’ve got to do is find a way to live there.