Memories have a funny way of creeping into your life. It’s the most unexpected of things that stick. Little things, unplanned, unpredictable. People who you barely know, events you could barely conceive. Maybe it’s exactly that which makes it so memorable. Who, after all, ever talks about expecting the expected?
Enter Graham. Graham was one year my junior in high school, eyes prematurely sunken with a wooden expression – a frame draped in a t-shirt and jeans. A guy trying to get by, pretty much like most of us. We took Yearbook together – he did the layout for one of the sections. I don’t remember which, I don’t really remember too much about him. But of all things and … Read more...