life, continued

I dare you to find another writer with their hands buried as deep into their pants as I. I was born defective, I had a kidney removed at age seven. I could not play contact sports because of this ailment. I would wait around on recess, impatiently making excuses for my lack of machismo. Strange medical complications left me pockmarked with vitiligo. I have a pure white streak of hair growing out the side of my head. i have had a broken heart worse than most. i grew up with my grandparents on a lake house after my parents split up. I spent my adolesence in suburbia. i almost dropped out of college many times over because of addiction problems ( love, drugs ). I swam in the ocean of Hawaii for over a month because I am reckless and irresponsible. You should have seen me. I was beautiful.