Han Nolan

2 6M My first memory of myself I be drowning. I can close my eyes and feel myself getting pushed back under all tiiat heavy water, my legs kicking and straining for the sandy bottom. Alls I find be more water rushing at me and over me, big walls of water hitting me whole and tossing me upside...

^cr a Once when i was seven years old, my grandma Mary knitted me a blue sweater. "Blue," she said, "because yer a boy and to match the color of yer eyes." Every time 1 wore the sweater, though, it grew. I had to roll the sleeves up so much they looked like fat doughnuts hanging from my...