by Ryan Richey
With a camera in my right hand and a camcorder in my left, I document every family gathering. These people won’t be here forever, besides it gives me something to do other than talking. They’ll go to sleep and forget, yet I will not.
After school I watch boyfriends come and go, different fashions and hair loss. Chelseah before Mom filled her teeth in. Mom hot. Mom big. Mom small. Dad sneaking away every five minutes on the hour.