Essay: On kindergarten, crying and Pearl Jam

Eddie Vedder tells me, “…you try this one.” So, I do. Or, at least I try. I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life. I know you’ll be a star. I’m driving and I’m crying. I’m crying and I’m driving. I’m cryving. But I try to sing along: In somebody else’s sky but whyyyyyyyyyhhyyyyy whyyyyyyhy whyyyyyyyyyyyyhhhhyyyyy… …