In college (and after) my buddy Dacodah and I would drink a lot of rum, take our clothes off, and place one foot on an elevated surface. Then we’d place our hands on our hips and take a picture.

We haven’t done it in a while, but it inspired this story about those times, and what it means to be thrown into a growing up you were in the whole time. It’s like a whiplash of an awakening.

This, again, is part of that same series of flash auto-fictions I’ve written. Hopefully one day they’ll find themselves in a book.

Thanks to Jared Silvia, who provided wonderful notes, and thanks to Burrow Press for publishing this one on Fantastic Floridas. I’m excited to have this one out in the world.

Read the story here: 

Hope you enjoy!

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