[Y]ou have to save yourself before you can save anyone else. — Philipp Meyer

There's parts of me I don't understand, he said, and shrugged.

Mental note if you make it to forty remember on how all those fucks treated her. Stop being an asshole while you're still young.

There'd always been something about the boy, he was smart and stupid at the same time. As if he was meant to do everything the wrong way. Junior league ball, the boy was twelve, they subbed him in for the pitcher, good arm but he chokes, eight runs straight, loses the game. Afterward acting like nothing happened. It made no sense. The feeling that gave you, watching your son lose the game, but he just shrugged it off, didn't care.