“I lived in a town of broken hearts. My daddy smelled like whiskey and motor oil. My mom built castles in the sky out of romance novels and Avon perfume bottles.
It was the perfect entrance into the American dream, a chimera invented by ad wizards and junkies and sustained by gaslighters, Foley artists and conformists.
I wished on a star, then hitched a ride to wherever. I got a room in a cheap motel, took the Gideon Bible out of the side-table drawer and read it cover to cover. I took a shower and stepped onto the street a new woman, baptized.”
–Sarah Torribio
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