He doesn't remember why he started going to Kev's. It used to be something the family did. The whole summer, he remembered when Kev bought the place. His dad and him were celebrating they had some, Mike, his dad, even brought some whiskey. It was a gift from work, a ten year present. He remembers them doing shots. His dad a bit too old now to be doing work, he doesn't really get how Kev still goes on. But he does, they still drop him off, or come for a few days, just not the whole summer. His parents don't stay. Dick used to think they didn't want to, but other times he thought maybe they were letting him be. He waxed and waned in his mind between these two options, they either want me to go, or are trying to be cool.
He sat back in his chair. Man what i wouldn't give to have a place like uncle Kev's. He learned forward and started doodling in the corner of his notepad. He liked how it felt. Real paper. Lots of his friends had tablets or just used their computer. With his almost exploding he couldn't commit to keep everything there.
He sat back in his chair again. He imagined himself falling, and falling, and when he landed he was at the
motel
the sun was out he was happy.