Mr. Howard’s Frisbee

[media-credit name=”Karen Tian” align=”alignnone” width=”300″][/media-credit]We’re in the backyard when Mr. Howard pulls into the driveway. It is 5:15 in the evening; it is Memorial Day; we are nineteen years old, and we have not quite come down from two tabs of acid apiece, ingested around four hours ago. Mark and Daniel are taking turns boosting […]

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