I’ve never been one for trampolines. My father drilled it into his four boys that the acrobat’s terra not-so-firma ended up more often in compound fractures than the free feeling of being able to fly. Before we went to a friend’s whose parents were either too drunk or stupid to know the dangers of buying [...]
Usually, I like attending dinner parties with my parents. But when my mom and dad become too comfortable at a person’s house, disaster strikes like lightning in a rainstorm; one second, everything is fine; the next, there’s a fire.