Saturday, September 5, 2009

Neil Armstrong Is My Uncle & Other Lies Muscle Man McGinty Told Me

"I made the swim team!" shouts Big Danny.
"Hey, good for you, Big Guy!" Muscle Man pats him on the back. "Making the swim team is not an easy thing to do."
"Yeah, congratulations," I mumble, not sure if Big Danny is talking to me yet.
"I heard there was a lot of competition," says Muscle Man.
Big Danny grins.
Muscle Man is wormy. He always stars with something nice before he slides into one of his whoppers.
I hold my breath, waiting for what comes next.
"Did I happen to mention I'm training for the Olympics in the same sport?" Muscle Man says.
Sure. And I'm waiting for Captain Kirk to beam me up to the starship Enterprise.


By the time I finish writing the last word, I am so filled up with emptiness that my eyes grow blurry. I push everything inside me. The tears. The missing empty feeling. I seal up my misery the same way that I seal the envelope. No sense in getting all weepy about a girl who didn't even tell me where she was going.
When I get to where I write the address, I stop.
I don't know where to send it. All I can do is stare at a blank envelope.