That Spring in 1994
Written in 2012--originally published to For Unofficial Use Only . In the spring and summer of 1994, I was 15 years old and a freshman at Bedford High School in Massachusetts. Searching my memory of that period, I can't recall even a quick polaroid recollection concerning almost a million people's murder. That spring I remember working as a bagger at the grocery store on Hanscomb Air Force Base. I remember fleeing the base theatre with my friend CJ after we lit up cigars during a movie. I remember the field where I would play soccer by my school. What I can recall I close my eyes and I can smell the dusty paper of the grocery bags. I close my eyes and I can feel my heart racing as we were chased out of the theatre. I close my eyes and I can see the long and overgrown green grass of the soccer field. That same spring Nearly a million people's last breath and smell was rotten and rife with sweat, urine, and blood. Murderers crushed and ripped apart nearly a million hea
