Man missing his son

Tristan King sat and stared at the flashy green sign in front of him. ‘25 Miles to Atlantic City’ it loudly proclaimed.
“Fucking waste of tax money,” he mumbled as he loosened his tie, bent over, and threw it in the suitcase at his feet. "Like anyone in Jersey doesn't know where Atlantic City is." He looked across the street at the busy playground. Kids all shapes and sizes running around, happy for their freedom. Bright yellows, reds and blues made his eyes tear.
"Man up, King" He whispered to himself. He wiped his eyes and tried to keep the bad memories at bay. He remembered bringing Danny to that same playground, pushing Danny on the tire swing as his little hands held on tight and yelled, "Higher Daddy, higher!" He looked at his watch impatiently, 4:30. Time seemed to go by at a slower pace since Danny died, though it had been six months already, everyday seemed like a struggle. Not to his wife though. No, Mrs. Susan King was living it up, enjoying her life.
"Move on" she said. He wondered what his wife would think of his idea of moving on. He looked at the suitcase filled with the money from their joint bank account and savings, and some clothes he grabbed. As the 4:35 bus pulled up, he thought that Atlantic City was the perfect place to 'move on'.

Spring Break read

Over spring break, I read the novel ‘What Looks Like Crazy on an Ordinary Day’ by Pearl Cleage. This is Pearl Cleage’s first novel; she’s originally a playwright and after reading her novel you can definitely tell. Her characters are well-rounded and the dialogue she uses is powerful, thought provoking, and moving. ‘What Looks Like Crazy on an Ordinary Day’ is a story about a woman, Ava Johnson, who comes to Idlewild for the summer where her sister Joyce lives. The book deals with a lot of heavy issues. Ava is HIV positive, while Joyce works at a shelter with deals with teen pregnancy, rape, domestic violence, addiction, and a pedophile priest. Though there are a lot of tense moments, the light moments make the book. Ava eventually meets a man Eddie, and they fall in love, despite her illness. It’s an intense book but it’s the witty narration that doesn’t make it to heavy. Passages like this describing her HIV status, “Most of us got it from the boys. Which is, when you think about it, a pretty good argument for cutting men loose, but if I could work up a strong physical reaction to women, I would already be having sex with them. I'm not knocking it. I'm just saying I can't be a witness. Too many titties in one place to suit me.” She makes these horrible issues funny and witty, which is really difficult. It's definitely a new take on a romance novel. I would definitely recommend this book to others.

Notes to my Biographer critique

I really enjoyed Notes to my Biographer.It went from really funny to really sad. First, the title is great. It really pulled me into the story. I thought he had some great descriptions that made me literally laugh out loud like, “The mental-health establishment can go screw itself on a barren hilltop in the rain before I touch their snake oil or listen to the vision less chatter of men half my age.” or “I could run circles around those kids. They're spoon-fed Ritalin and private schools and have eyes that say, Give me things I don't have.” My favorite line is "All I can think is I hope this guy isn't out here trying to get acting jobs, because it's obvious to me right away that my son is gay and is screwing this character with the expensive-looking glasses".
It also had some very sad parts;his family doesn't want to see him,he hasn't seen his family in four years, and his son thinks he might be dead after all that time. The character is really like able though very eccentric, I didn't know if I should laugh with him or at him or if I should feel sorry for him. I was upset he left his son in the hotel room by himself, but I'm glad he left the note for him. The only issue I had was I wished I knew what was wrong with him. Clearly there was an issue with him, I'm just curious to know what. All in all though I loved it.

My sensational but nonchalant event

As I unwrapped my Subway turkey sandwich, I knew exactly what I was going to see. I looked up at my parents and hoped they didn’t see the disappointment in my eyes.
“Oh no, they put mayonnaise on it?” my mom said as she looked up from her sandwich. I shouldn’t have been surprised my mom has always seen right through me.
“It’s OK mom. I’ll just wipe it off.” I went to the kitchen and grabbed a handful of napkins as I walked back into the living room, I noticed my parents whispering together.
“So what’s up guys, why did you wanna see me?” As I looked at the goopy white stuff on the delicious bread I gagged.
“Well the thing is we got a letter the other day hunny. And there’s something we need to tell you.” My mom wrung her hands together and my father grabbed them.
“Son, the letter was from your real parents. We adopted you twenty-six years ago and now you’re real parents want to meet you.” My dad put his head down in shame.
“Well twenty-six years is a long time but I guess I can give them a call or something, right?” As I scrape the mayo off the turkey, I tried to avoid getting it on my fingers. It was pretty gross stuff.
“Joe, do you understand, we’re not your parents? Are you mad, do you have any questions for us?”
“Yea ma, I get it. I told you I’ll call or something, squeeze them in but can you get me some bread. This shit is all over.”