grip
raze
most
days
mike
walks
with
a
cane
.
he
used
to
drive
a
transport
truck
.
that's
how
he
got
hurt
.
he
still
lives
with
his
mom
.
he's
the
one
who
takes
care
of
her
now
.
she's
almost
ninety
. he'll
die
before
he
puts
her
in
a
home
.
his
liver pulls
double
duty
,
filling
in
for
the
absent
fist
-sized organ
that
used
to
live
behind
his
ribs
.
he
has
to
disinfect
everything
. germs
our
bodies
wouldn't
even
notice
could
kill
him
.
he
collects
gold
rings
.
i
don't
think
he
wears
any
of
them
.
maybe
he
learned
not
to
after
he
broke
a
few
.
he
has
a
handshake
that
could
crush
a
brick
.
and
he
would
do
anything
for
a
friend
.
the
day
our
car
battery
died
just
outside
of
willistead
park
,
he
showed
up
with
jumper cables.
he
got
us
home
so
i
could
get
rid
of
a
sock
soaked
with
snow
that
snuck
through
the
cracks
in
the
bottom
of
a
boot
i
don't
wear
anymore
.
he
gave
us
money
so
we
could
keep
eating
when
shit
got
bad
.
he
helped
us
move
our
asshole
of
an
oven
far
enough
away
from
a
corner
of
the
kitchen
it
didn't
want
to
leave
so
we
could
replace
a
dead
heating
element
.
he
always
calls
me
by
my
initials.
the
last
time
i
saw
him
,
he
said
, "
stay
out
of
trouble
.
and
if
you
can't
,
call
me
." he'd pick
up
the
phone
,
too
.
even
if
it
was
three
in
the
morning
and
his
back
was
killing
him
.
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