Author's Note: I know I have tense issued. I'm sorry.
45. Letting Go (Chapter 18, Yes M'am Drill Sergeant)
While I was packing, I found something I hadn't seen in ages.
It was a picture of "the threesome" at Grand Nats. Em's hair was blond and I was taller than Brian, so it was probably freshman year. It was funny. While they looked so different, I looked the same.
It was strange. I still looked the same, but I was a different person. I had grown up so much. I wasn't the fourteen year old kid staring back at me. I was eighteen now, an adult. I was dealing with the problems that adults dealt with.
Like letting go.
This is a case of art imitating life. I had a fallow up interview for From the 50 Yard Line last week.