I wanna grow up like my dad—planning to leave my wife with my mistress waiting in the gravel driveway at dusk. It would be January and I’d be running out the back door with my bags and a cigarette falling out of my mouth. I’d have a 30 pack of condoms and a bottle of white wine. I’d get in the car and say, “l wanna get the hell outta here!” She’d start the engine and I’d reach in the glove box and blow my head off with my father’s .45.