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He looks down at my file and then signs a piece of paper. “I think you’re more than ready, Shannon. I think you’re going to make a great mother.”

He leans forward and takes Olivia’s little hand. She loves him to death and shoots him a smile. “You had a rough start for sure. But your mommy loves you a lot.”

It was difficult weaning her off the codeine, but she’s better now. She no longer cries because of the withdrawal, and the foster family did such a great job with her. I’m eternally grateful.

Judge Otero looks back at me and smiles. “Tell Mateo that congratulations are indeed in order and I wish you both the best.”





Epilogue - Mateo




My heart thumps like crazy when Shannon pulls into my driveway. We agreed months ago that she needed to do this herself. She needed to find her own solution to this problem. And that when she was ready, and things were in order, she’d come here and we’d talk in person again.

Maybe the codes were silly, but it was the only way she knew how to communicate with me. She wanted to start over and I didn’t. I wanted to keep going. But even though she doesn’t have the wisdom of experience, she’s the smartest person I know. Because she was right.

We needed a new beginning. One where the power was shared and the secrets were over.

She gets Olivia out of her baby seat in the back of the car, and I can see Shannon wiping her tears from the kitchen window. But they’re happy tears. Everything is good right now or she wouldn’t be in my driveway.

I’ve stood here in this spot every Wednesday at six o’clock for months waiting for this moment. And each time she didn’t come, I missed her more. I’d sit down and write her trig problems, trying to find the perfect message to make her feel better about not getting the thing she wanted most.

Her own family.

I wait at the window to see what she will do, and she walks to the back porch.

There are a few moments of hesitation. She chews her lip as she raises her hand to knock.

But she doesn’t knock.

She reaches for the handle and opens the door, letting herself in. I hold my breath as I smile, unable to dare to believe it’s finally time.

But then she speaks and everything is right in the world.

Because she says, “We’re home.”





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Welcome to the End of book Shit, fondly called the EOBS around these parts. This is where I get to say anything I want about the book.

So let’s get right to the point. Is this really a true story? Yes and no. Lots (and I do mean lots) of things in this book are 100% true, but it’s a called a novel for a reason. It’s based on my story when I was eighteen, but it’s obviously been embellished.

The first thing I’d like to talk about is Anaheim High School. Yeah, lots of those things about it were true, that first chapter is 99.9% true. That really happened to me. I was x number many credits ahead, yet they told me I was not going to graduate unless I went to night school and made up math, science, PE, and driver’s ed. Anaheim High School had its problems back when I was there in 87, and I’m sure it’s got its problems today. But that counselor (who was not named Bowman) really did give a shit and really did help me get through it. Also, the girl I insulted never did try and beat me up. I did see her at a party later in the semester, but it was all good. I had no issues with the kids there at all. They were good kids.

The name Shannon comes from my best friend from childhood in Ohio. I saw her a few months ago and after discussing all the crazy shit we got into, told her I was gonna make her a character because we were WILD. Just f*cking wild when we were teens. And she said do it. So thanks, Shan. Love ya, bitch. Hope you like the book. If I could write one called 16, we’d both be there, but I’m pretty sure that book would be banned immediately for underage sexcapades and extreme drug use. ;) #FuckingShannon. Jana asks me all the time how the hell I’m still alive when I wander down Memory Lane. Just lucky I got over that wild side early, I guess.

I changed everything about my family life except for where we lived, because honestly, you do not need to know about it. But it was dramatic enough to give me the idea for this book. And I’ll tell you, the only good thing about my eighteenth birthday was Sunday.

He’s real, but it didn’t happen exactly the way I wrote it, and his name wasn’t Danny, it was Geoff. I have two “love” regrets in life, and one of them was Geoff. I talked to him a few years ago on Facebook and that was pretty cool. He reminded me of the “J” he tattooed over his heart and I reminded him of how my 18th birthday really went down. :) And even though he really was a drug dealer, he was Sunday. His whole personality was Sunday. He is forever the guy who took care of me when I had that ear infection. Dr. Geoff, he said. “Just call me Dr. Geoff.”

When he got his first apartment after we broke up he called me on the phone and said, “Come over. I got this place and no one to share it with.” So he picked me up and I went over there. Just writing this makes me smile because we were sitting on the floor and he asks me if I want to see his AK’s under his bed. He’d moved up in the drug world sicne we dated. I was all, “Nah. I don’t think so.” But then he smiled and said, “Wanna see my banana clip, Julie?” #FuckingSunday. We laughed and he did show me his guns. I oohed and ahhed with him. I cannot even picture him the way people must see him today. I only see that smile, that night, sitting on the floor of his bedroom in his very first apartment. I only saw him once after that because we were heading in two totally different directions. He called me right after my daughter was born and came over to see us. And soon after that I left Orange Country and started a new life somewhere else.