🔗 The spectre in the rearview (or: “Fast Car”)

My entire life up until then, I wanted to be a famous author. I loved writing. I loved showing off my writing. I loved being seen in the way that quiet dorks do, the way that gets you sent home with the scarlet letter on your homework. I was such a little slut for school, and I was proud of it.

My entire life up until then, all I craved was to be told I did a good job. Do that and you had me, hook, line, sinker. Reel me in and gut me, you’ll find the glut of old report cards.

I’m so glad that there are writers like Keenan in the world.