Fragments of some of our life’s firsts remain in our memory, like a pesky piece of gum on a shoe, like a C-section scar on a tummy. My first crush. My first wank. My first kiss. My first porno. My first fuck. My first kill.
Her name was Nadya, and she was cute. I’d stare at her four rows away every day in grade school. Her blond pigtails and big blue eyes brought me some sweet satisfaction I didn’t know how to describe. She paid me no mind because I was an ugly boy. My nose was too big for my face and my teeth were crooked like a broken fence. Her family left Verona after grade school. I never saw her again but didn’t dare to forget her. I dreamt she’d be my wife and we’d have lots of babies. Silly me.Read More