Mar 18
3 min read
Give Me A Suicide.
Trigger Warning — This has nothing to do with self-harm.
When I was a kid in the late 80s, I begged to be able to play little league. My pleas paid off but I was told in no uncertain terms that I ‘better do good’, as if the cost of signing me up were a king’s ransom, and thus a burden on the family accounts. I don’t know how I got interested in baseball though. My memories are fragmentary, as…
