January 18, 2017
Ronnie walked down the street past the grocery on Dugan and Main Streets. He was thinking about the time he went to the football game. It was cold. He remembered that as much as anything. He remembered the weathered wood on the bleachers and the weeds growing up around them. He remembered the darkness and the feeling that he was somewhere he did not belong. He had a ride home with Mike McKenzie. The car would be warm and would smell of cigarette smoke. Ronnie did not mind the cigarette smoke smell. He had not yet learned to dislike it.