Sebastian
Sam and I snuck out, once, when we were kids. Okay, we snuck out several times. But one time in particular, we went to the County Fair. We must have been around twelve, so this might have been only a few weeks before my father would banish me. Sam made me sample every food with him, every drink. He made me try every shitty carnival ride, even though we were already sick to our stomachs.
On one ride, you stood in this huge bowl, up against the wall. The ride would spin and spin, pinning you back with the centrifugal force. Then, without warning, the floor would drop out. But you’d stay upright, stuck to the wall behind you. I remember that dark had just fallen, the lights all around us whizzing and wild. I remember that my brother and I turned to look at each other at exactly th
