Let’s face it; the more someone tells us we’re special, especially if we haven’t heard that message consistently, the more likely we are to believe it. I did.

Christ

He ripped me a new one.

In I suppose a pinprick of hope, I look out his windshield

wanting it to be true: northern lights or meteor showers

Hey.  I know we haven’t talked in a long time and I’ve ignored you off and on since age 7, but I’ve been hearing a lot about your friends in the news

Accept now that you are always wrong.

I was two or three years old, and nice Mr. Rubinstein, our elderly neighbor from the next building, was my babysitter.