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father’s PTSD from being overseas.”
    I counted my fingers, really slowly doing the math. It felt like it was taking me forever to count. Fucking learning disability. I was trying to convey to her how old my dad was when he went to Peru but my brain wouldn’t focus.
    Her green eyes were studied me intensely. Like reeeeeeally studied me.
    “He was always fascinated with travel and reading these interesting books, so he went to Peru.”
    “No way! That’s so cool. What did he do there?” The excitement in her voice was beautiful.
    “He said he went to find himself. Have you ever heard of ayahuasca?”
    She shook her head no.
    “It’s like this drink that Amazon shamans have been using for centuries. They say they would use it to open secret windows to our soul. It’s supposed to lead to enlightenment and you can see things, or you can have terrifying things happen.”
    “Are you shitting me?”
    “It gets crazier. Just wait for it.” I held up my hand and burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, which she joined in naturally. We laughed and laughed without any idea as to what we were even laughing about. Then I sighed in contentment and stared at the twinkling stars.
    “I’m waaaaaitinggggg…”
    “On?”
    “The story!”
    “Oh yeah! Right.” I cleared my throat. “Damn ADD. Anyway. So, like, apparently during his trip, I guess you can say, some guy there liked his view on life and felt like he was really wise and could offer a lot of wisdom to where he lived in California.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “He was sort of invited to live in a Hippie commune in northern California. It was a place completely off the grid, off the map. It was a place where he wouldn’t have to work just to make money, but a place where he could explore life fully. So he thought, why not? It’s there he—”
    “Wait, wait, wait , wait.” Her hands shot up. “You’re shiiiiiting me! This did not happen!”
    “I swear to you. Remember Y2K?”
    “No, we were like five or six or something then.”
    “These people were convinced the whole world was about to go off the grid once the computers crashed. So they were preparing their new life and community years ahead of time.”
    “You swear this happened?”
    “Promise you. There are still places like this around you know. Anyway, this was before Google, so this place wasn’t locatable; you had to be personally invited. That’s where he met my mom. Moonshine.”
    “Moonshine.”
    We both cracked up laughing, and to be honest I hadn’t ever laughed like that with a girl. I was usually making out with them, or had my hand down their panties or in their bra cupping their tits. It was nice to relate like this with her. I never told anyone about my mother.
    I was suddenly very aware that I was staring at her pink lips glistening in candlelight for a veeeeery long time. Either that, or it was the weed. I always thought she had perfect lips for…
    “So where’s your mom now? I mean. We don’t have to talk about her if you don’t want.”
    “I don’t know. I was dropped off by a stork.” I burst out into laughter again and she joined me. “For all I know I could be like, Superman or something.”
    We laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world.
    She slapped her leg and looked at me. “Suuuuuuuuperman! Totally!”
    She gripped my shoulder laughing. It grip was firm against my muscles, and oddly, I liked the way she touched me. My eyes danced at her full pout again, dressed in all that sparkly strawberry pink lip-gloss. I wondered what it tasted like. They were total DSLs. Dick sucking lips as we jocks joked in the locker room. I shook my head. What was I thinking?
    “But for real though, you were just dropped off in, like a literal basket?”
    “Yep.”
    “And your dad was sure it was his? I mean you were his?”
    “Oh yeah.”
    “How did she even find your house?”
    “His letters he’d write home. He left one in his room accidently before he left.