"When I reflected on my life at Casey's Next to Jimmy, before he was consumed by shame and despair, my mother, just a few months before she passed away, expressed her pride in my simple existence. I realized how little I truly needed; the only essential was to live. Casey was always there for us, and our young love would flourish at night amid the scents of sweat and unbrushed teeth, with traces of dandruff caught in armpit hair."
