Posted by Sea Giraffe on May 12, 2011 · Leave a Comment
I had to send my first appointment home. No papers, no tryout. That’s the first rule, and it’s the most important one. Especially if you look young. If you say you’re eighteen, and you look like you might be only seventeen or maybe just barely eighteen, you have to prove it. No risks. No chances. … Read more
Posted by Sea Giraffe on March 2, 2011 · Leave a Comment
It was too rainy for July. I huddled my shoulders and cupped my hand around my mouth, blowing into it to keep warm crossing the parking lot. I approached the boy sitting on the bench outside the bus terminal. Billy—seventeen and clever and carrot-topped and way too damn sure of himself. He was still Billy, … Read more
