I’ve been chasing warmth as long as I can remember. I never really felt it from the people around me, so I had to craft it. The first time was when I found a soggy box of matches at the park where the kids sneak to smoke pot after sundown. I gathered a few crusted leaves and struck a match. The smoke scorched my nostrils and the flame scathed my forearm. The flame flickered in my irises making my ...
