Book: Suckerpunch

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Suckerpunch

David Hernandez

For Lisa

Contents

AT THE FUNERAL FOR Oliver’s father I daydreamed about killing…

IT WAS EARLY JULY—summer break. The humidity that night was…

WHEN WE WERE KIDS, my dad would twist a lemon…

I’VE SEEN ENRIQUE’S CHARM work many times at school, how…

WHEN MY DAD LEFT, he drove away in his inky…

IT WAS EARLY AUGUST and hot as a furnace. Every…

OUR DAD’S RAGE FOLLOWED us after he left. It trailed…

AW, MAN, WHO FARTED? Oliver wanted to know.

WE WERE SEVENTY MILES outside of Monterey when Oliver pulled…

ENRIQUE’S PSYCHIATRIST was in Downey, four flights up a beige…

MAKE A RIGHT AT the next stop sign, I said.

WHILE OLIVER WENT TO get us some sandwiches at Subway,…

MY DAD WAS IN PAJAMA bottoms, a wife-beater shirt, and…

WE LEFT THE BEST Western early the next morning. The…

MY DAD CALLED MY mom soon after Enrique and I…


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