Using my Past to Inspire my Fiction

It's a wonder I remember that night night at all

I don’t remember, but it must have been in the spring or early summer of 1980. I had left Japan ahead of my family, wanting to get out on my own. I ended up in my grandparents’ basement.

I was in a job training program funded by the Federal Government, working in a warehouse. We did work when we weren’t getting trashed. The delivery driver was an older …