Henry Miller is waiting for his cue to go on stage. He is about to become Aiden Bennington, a condescending trust-fund brat. But before that, there is a moment in which he is neither himself, nor an ... [+]
She danced naked in the rain, her palms upward to accept the droplets of moisture. Captivated by her own imagination, lost in a world of her own creation, a world where outsiders weren't welcome, she twirled, her feet sinking deep into the sodden grass. Mud squished between her toes, and she tipped her face to the sky, her heart soaring upwards. Passersby stopped to gawk at her, but that didn't halt the Judy Garland tunes she sang at the top of her voice. Strangers could never understand the happiness inside her heart. They didn't even try. Instead, they called her crazy just as they had when
