When you watch the moon on a clear night, the only way you can tell it’s moving is when you look away and then look back and see it’s in a new place in the sky. It doesn’t seem to be going anywhere when you stare at it, but it’s moving all the time.
If someone had been watching me crawl home after getting beat by my onetime buddies, I bet I would’ve looked like that, like I was hardly moving at all. Likewise, in the days to come, I’m sure I didn’t look like I was changing much inside.
But I was.
I laid around the apartment and watched TV and drank, and that’s what I mean when I say I didn’t look like I was changing. Didn’t lift a finger to look for my son. Waited for my I-need-crack alarm to go off, which it did pretty much right on schedule.
But what was different was that I didn’
