When I was 15 I had just started reading the literary canon. Established in early education, I hadn’t begun to see it as a marvel until sophomore year of high school when I began obsessively binge-reading books that were scaled as a must-read, were taught in schools across the nation, and were of value.
I didn’t know what that meant to me at 15. I’m 21 now, and I truly believe it must just be what you enjoy. Plus a good review or two.
When I was 15 I felt bigger than the universe and smaller than the sneaker sludge caked into the sides and textured soles of high school walkers after a storm. Bouts of rain, then intense heat, were normal in the humid South where I had lived my entire life.
When I was 15 I took LSD for the first time and spent the night at my best friend Valentin’s house. We started to feel its effects while hotboxing a car with his older sister and her boyfriend.
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