In the summer of 2002 I was 15 and the air was hot and vague and I took a plane from Las Vegas to Edmonton, Alberta to visit a girl who could no longer abide me without allowing a sequence of distortions into her mouth. Her mother suggested I stay, that a prolonged nearness might remingle us like wires. At one point it occurred to me that either I was going to succeed or I was going to die there. I was there 10 months.
Huh. I didn’t know Krucoff lived in Canada for such an extended period.
