By Dan Hagen
|Here I am, at left, with my friend Don Starwalt in 2011|
All the wrinkles under the eyes jumped me as I was shaving this morning. The shadow of the old man looms. But the shadow of the boy seems somehow to have become detached and skipped away, like Pan’s.
I glanced in a mirror one time last year, and saw Authority staring back at me. Shocked the hell out of me.