Chapter 8

Lewis was afraid of Sander.

One of his haiku’s read:

His shadow will hurt,

pain is his contribution,

leaving me behind.

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One of the wipers was broken on the Caddy. It squealed when flicking to and fro, driving me mad. It sounded like my mother when I was a young boy, before she shipped me to her brother’s house in Philly. The noise sounded horrendous, torturing me. I couldn’t think straight. My mind became a clusterfuck of shit. There was nothing stable about me and…

I had to get the fucking thing fixed. Had to. Wanted to. Maybe I could get Lewis to fix it. The guy knew how to fix anything. Good with hands and mind. Brilliant.

Rain. So much goddam rain.

Would it ever stop?

I didn’t think so.

Never.

Motherfucker.

Calm down, Kal. Just calm down. You’re fired up about nothing,my brother told my mind. Pull it together and get the job done.

Life is a tragedy, Paul. This is just a small part of it.

I want to disagree with you.

You do.

I do.

But you can’t.