There are billions of stars in the sky. Eastern philosophy says that man’s destiny is written in these red giants, supernovas, pulsars and constellations. That’s what my Dad says anyway; he is an astronomer at UCLA. He is my hero, and someday, I’ll be an astronomer, just like him.
When I was thirteen he got me a high powered telescope for my birthday. I was lucky to have the upstairs room, and he was beaming proud that I used that telescope every day. My father gave me the greatest gift a boy could ever want. I gazed on the perfect symmetrical moons of Suzi Morris’s tits every single starry night.
Danny Machal May 10th, 2009