A Memory

Today a memory of a night I spent homeless and tent-less in an immense storm skipped to mind, and a smile slipped across my lips for several seconds. For all the better memories we pursue, it can often be the worse ones we remember most fondly.

Larry Lizzard (pt 1.)

Larry's mother had never said 'you are what you eat', as she felt it was misleading. To her recollection she'd never seen someone turn into a hamburger, or a carrot dipped in humous per say. She deemed instead that men (and women) were defined by their actions, that they became what they did, that in fact, you are what you do. This ethos was drilled into Larry from a tender age, through to his early pubic years and through to where we join him now, at a less tender and more (if not fully) pubic age of 21, lying asleep in his university house.