My unpublished manuscript ‘Knowing When You’re Too Young to Grow Up’ chronicles Andrew Brown’s struggle to reconnect with his best friend Pete Goodman as a lurid secret Andrew has never told threatens to break them apart for good.
As I mentioned in “A Reintroduction: The Prologue,” I intend to post edited chapters every few weeks. Here’s a sample from Chapter 8. As always, feedback is STRONGLY encouraged via the contact tab or comments section.
In a quaint Italian square, the familiar street-hustlers hocking their miniature David statuettes and brass-plated Leaning Tower of Pisas are beginning to pack their goods away. Shadows playfully tag each other in the fast-descending dusk. And the group pushes on into the undetermined night on streets that are as anonymous as we are, devoid of breaking dancers and beating drummers, the destination in front of Glenn and only Glenn. She leads us into a hole-in-the-wall that from the outset resembles a typical old man bar.
The inside’s nothing special either with its dated chairs and faded paint, but the smell – tomatoes, olive oil, garlic, Parmesan cheese, fresh fish – I haven’t smelled anything like it since both my grandparents were alive and we were still a family – and I’m thinking this what I came to Italy for. Until we get to our table. And there’s only one.
Big and long, it’s the set-up for a family dinner. Not that it bridges the interpersonal relation gap or anything: the cliques still remains intact – Mr. and Mrs. Weary with Mo and the rest of the cheer squad, the rest of the chaperons, Eddy and the mutants, the shitty juniors and their sophomore gayboys that no one talks to, and us cool kids.