In Extremis

When I was young, every night after my swing shift I rode down to the Staten Island Ferry. I’d float home at midnight, or 5, because I would get off the train and close bars on the way. I was usually drunk. Any potential I had I was throwing away. This was my primary knowledge of self. I spent all my time alone or having sex with strangers which is the same thing.One midnight I sat on the deck staring toward the Narrows. The harbor, on the dark wate...