Category: Blake Nelson

Blake Nelson

Do you ever think about the ocean?” Nick asked me.”What about it?” I said.”Like what could live down there? Like how there’s as much life down there as up here? Maybe more?””God Lives Underwater,” said someone. “That’s the name of a band. They’re awesome.””But seriously,” Nick said, “it’s like an alternate universe. Right here on our own planet.””Right here, a hundred feet from us,” said Sheila.”Right here in my hair,” said one of the girls who had swum, pulling some sea gunk out of her wet hair.Everyone laughed quietly at that. Nick drank his beer. The wood crackled as it burned. We all stared at the black ocean.

Blake Nelson

But what were you supposed to do with that weight? Once it was on you? Just be a man? Just suck it up? Maybe you were. Maybe that was the real test. Maybe that is exactly the thing that made you a man: the ability to function with the worst possible secrets in your brain. Which was why so many grown-up men seemed so ridiculous. They never felt that responsibility. They were untested, unproven; they were boys in grown-up clothes.

Blake Nelson

But what were you supposed to do with that weight? Once it was on you? Just be a man? Just suck it up? Maybe you were. Maybe that was the real test. Maybe that is exactly the thing that made you a man: the ability to function with the worst possible secrets in your brain. Which was why so many grown-up men seemed so ridiculous. They never felt that responsibility. They were untested, unproven; they were boys in grown-up clothes.