
At the old house in Renton, on or around my 21st birthday. Ian and I had been friends since I don't know, fourth, fifth, sixth grade, and it was a fortunate twist of fate (luck? chance? a plan between ian's parents and mine that nobody ever told me about?) that he was in town the day Mom and Paul were throwing a party for me.
I weigh 145 pounds. I've been out of the hospital for a week. It feels f***ing great to be out, even though it's hard work walking up and down the stairs, and I still get tired very easily.


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