Tuesday, September 19, 2006

To Begin With

My name was once Tyler. I grew up in three places, starting on Camano Island, ending up in Monmartre, and living in Spokane in the middle. My mother took the divorce hard even though she got me, my little brother Eddie, most of the money, and the house. Father got away. We only lasted a year in Spokane when Eddie took the fall at eight, crushed by an overturned garbage truck. Mother ODed two days later on my thirteenth birthday. That’s how I ended up in Paris, with dad.

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