A Letter to Someone I am Proud Of.
Dear Boy,
I am very, very, proud of you. I couldn’t leave R because, you see, she didn’t know a soul there. But when you told me you were going to the car to listen to Born to Run, I wanted to go with you so bad. Because I knew she wouldn’t go and I knew you needed someone. Because I knew you were scared. But then you went onstage bare foot and I was thinking That is my boy! Good boy! And you know what? You were amazing. You were amazing. And out of one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eighteen others, you got third. And C and A were sick. And you got third. And I am proud, boy. I am proud.
