I had Random.org select a random page number for me and it choose 152.
Mom’s waiting for me in the living room after school.
There are two giant pizza boxes on the coffee table, one of them already open.
“Vegetarian or Hawaiian?”
This isn’t a good sign. Mom only gets takeout when…
“Did something go wrong with Frank?”
“Frank who?” she asks, through a giant bit of ham and pineapple.
Life’s a bad writer, my father used to say. I think he meant that most of us would write our lives differently, given the chance. If I could choose one year to rewrite, it’d be my senior year of high school, and I’d probably start with that first shack party.
Or I might go even further and make Sid stay in the valley. I always wondered how it would have worked out if the five of us had stayed together. Who knows, maybe Sid could have been the one to stop me from making such a mess of things.