Teen Wolf

I've been around teenagers a lot over the last few weeks. They all served as a reminder of how vibrant that age is, whether they were mine or friends'. Loud, considerate, impetuous, humorous, and unexpectedly tender.

I did more than simply hang out. I observed. I paid attention. I look out for the strange, the quiet, and the quick transitions between assurance and doubt. Because it's difficult to write about teenagers who feel real.

I have thus been engaging in authorized eavesdropping. Returning to the page.

If the following sections of the book sound more like those of actual teens, it's because I've had the good fortune to spend some time in their world. 

And yeah. I paid in food. They eat like wolves.