Sometimes music vibrates at the oddest frequencies, its molecules of forced air surging into each ear in waves. These ripples move out in concentric circles that hum through a family in new and unfamiliar patterns. Their pulsing tempo never quickens, but maintains a steady rhythm that every member bobs his or her head to.
No, I’m not high. Haven’t even taken a hit in four days. Got too much going on. And it might sound all dorky and s**t, but I’ve been getting a sweet buzz on this writing.
Did Mrs. Plante finally approve my finished article? f**k, yeah. She gave me an A and put it on the front page of Wildcat Times. A few kids even gave me some props for it. Sweet.
and Wildcat Times. But the pulsation I’m talking about has nothing to do with Journalism class or even school. It came fro
