Sunday, January 27, 2008
27/366: Allen
I was seventeen, he sixteen. I picked him for his laconic intensity, his athletic body, his eternally boyish good looks, his sexual passion. Shortly after we graduated, his younger brother killed himself with his dad’s shotgun. He always felt he should have saved him. His anger still burns those around him.
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The second sentence I fell in lust with him. The third sentence I felt pity. The fourth I added fear.
Masterful.
That sums it up nicely.
Imagine Christian Slater with an overlay of dangerous-seeming intensity.
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