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21 " I overhear kids in my classes talking about frat parties—Omigod Michelle so lost her phone at the club!—and they sound fun, but I don’t make any friends during college. I don’t have sex, even though I’m supposed to. I write and I study and I daydream myself into a life I’m not sure will ever be possible. And I spend the in-between hours fighting the doubt that inevitably creeps in to remind me of who I am. "
― Kenny Porpora , The Autumn Balloon
22 " I think about failure a lot lately. Staring out of city bus windows at the passing streetlights. Scanning bar codes. Making chitchat with customers. I think about it. I’m afraid it’s in my blood. And time’s going by so quickly now. Somewhere between the motel rooms and minimum-wage jobs, between sleep and sitcoms, switching schools and dying relatives, I became an adult. But I don’t feel like much of one. I just feel lost in this city, carrying my dog’s ashes around with me, talking to ghosts, and working jobs that make my small dreams feel like the punch line to a very long joke. "