Why Didn’t I Just Leave?

whenpeopleofferyouhelpacceptit

Picture a sere summer night in Phoenix, Ariz., circa 1982.* I lay on a crinkly table in a cluttered ER, joking with the doc, bribing him with a promise of homemade shortbread if he could fix my face without leaving scars, looking anywhere but in his eyes, and I noticed a police officer nearby. When […]