...ing -2003- < PC >

“Yeah,” I lied. “Just something in my eye.”

And I am still there. Still treading water. Still ...ing -2003-

The summer of 2003 was not supposed to be the one where I learned to drown. It was supposed to be the summer of learning to drive, of grazed knees from skateboards we were too old for, of the stale taste of pool chlorine and cheap cherry cola. Instead, it was the summer the air turned to glass. “Yeah,” I lied