I used to be a skinny mother@#$%er, but I was never in shape. You could see my rib cage when I’d inhale, and on the days when we ran the mile in high school, you could see it a lot as I’d lay on the ground and gasp for air praying for a quick and merciful end to my misery. I just had one of those metabolisms where I could eat anyone under the table at any all-you-can-eat joint, and while I never played a team sport, I got a lot of training. One of my fondest memories as a kid was spending time at Panda, a Chinese buffet that was a part of a hotel in Jacksonville Beach not far from our church. We went every Sunday, but we weren’t zealots. On non-holy days, we’d hit up other smorgasbords.
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“You’re just like your father.” Usually when my mother starts this way, I know to brace myself for some kind of fiery insult, but that night after the talent show when I was a fifth grader, her tone was soft and laced with empathy. “After your highs,” she continued, “you crash hard.”