There haven't been many.
|Remember passion? The Loser doesn't.|
|Kids can be great, and not just when they're sleeping. The Loser will never have kids.|
3. Annie Johnson, summer, 1970, Massachusetts. The Loser and his family spent two months each summer on the coast of Massachusetts, near the Rhode Island border. Annie was a native New Englander, a year younger than the loser, then twelve. Annie was short for her age and had long hair. They danced at the country club. During the slow dance, the Loser saw his mother and other adults looking at them adoringly. Embarrassing. He bent his legs so the height discrepancy wouldn't be so great, thinking that would be the polite thing to do. "What are you doing?" Annie said, annoyed. She put her hands on the Loser's waist and pushed upward until he stood up straight. They promised to write. The Loser got a letter sometime in the fall, October perhaps, in which Annie declared her love for him. She said she had some dollars and that she would send them to him. The Loser discussed this with his mother, who advised telling Annie to keep her dollars. He agreed, and did. By the next summer, Annie's crush had abated and her circle of summer friends no longer included the Loser.
|This is of the Loser's mother visiting the Loser's father on Christmas Eve of 2010. Both were dead within a year, neither died alone. The Loser will.|