Three stories. Disconnected.

Twenty Yeas Ago on FITK Thin strands of hair congregated like rope splinters to hang down in front of his eyes, hanging in the soft summer gravity, making me furious, twitching my hand with primal anxiety.I awaited the perfect moment to strike and it came so I struck.Reaching out to swipe the playful strands of hair from his eyes and saying to him, "Life is like the opposite of gymnastics in that