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Let’s Start With The End And Close With The Beginning

Benjamin Sabin

    I am dead, although I don’t know it, because I am dead, so maybe I’m not dead.
    I am old and have a hard time driving and remembering things like the names of my kids.
    I am in my seventies and many of my friends are dying or dead. My wife is still alive.
    I realize that I am getting old when my daughter tells me that I need to get hearing aids.
    My kids are grown and married, although neither one has kids yet and one of them, the boy, has a drinking problem and a shit job. The other one is too Christian for Christ.
    I just bought myself a sports car and I like to drive fast.
    My son and daughter have started dating people and I can still remember what it was like to have sex for the first time. I am worried for them.
    My son is born.
    My daughter is born.
    My wife and I move far away from our family for a job that will possibly support an upcoming family.
    My wife, then girlfriend, and I get married. We have sex on the night of our wedding because we are supposed to.
    I graduate from college with a degree in English.
    The world is on fire because I am young and I am worried about why people are doing crazy shit for seemingly no reason.
    I graduate from high school and think about college, although I’d rather fuck, and drink, and write. I do that for some time and enjoy myself immensely.
    High school is high school. I am on the baseball team, only because I think I should be. I am good, but could be better if my heart were in it 100%.
    High school starts. I have my first encounter, sexually, with a vagina.
    Middle school sucks. It does for most. Even the popular kids who eat golden flakes for breakfast. Hormones cause problems.
    Elementary school is all right. Let’s be straight. Elementary school is all right for everyone unless your parents are assholes. Mine are not.
    My parents prepare me as best they can to send me out of the house.
    I am shoved out of the womb.
    I am in the womb, although I don’t know it, because I’m in the womb, so maybe I’m not in the womb.

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