Kathleen

I was sixteen. The house filled with people there for their own reasons; to weep, to party, eat food, get laid, because they were forced or ashamed not to. It was awful and wonderful. So many filled my bedroom that the beds, chairs, and floor places were taken and we were sitting in the closet, each with a beer and cigarette, where we got them a blessing and a curse, waiting for the wake to pay my respect to death.