“The first time I saw my dad drunk was at a house party, where he did a naked cannonball into the swimming pool, climbed out and threw up all over the lawn. Over the next few months a tomato plant grew in the spot where he threw up. And the tomatoes that came from this plant, they were huge, plump, county fair winning tomatoes. The people whose house it was said they never planted anything there, but that they’d served an heirloom tomato salad the night of the party.”

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