Two Days After My Son’s Wedding the Restaurant Manager Showed Me What the Cameras Had Captured

space of twenty minutes. Truth, even ugly truth, even truth that costs you a wife and a son and a best friend all in a single Sunday morning, is still better than the alternative, still better than dying slowly in a smoothie glass while the people supposedly loving you calculated exactly how many more weeks they’d need to wait.

I’m seventy two now, continue reading …