Dear FIN
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Dear FIN creates the dazzling, funny, and raw world of a troubled teenager; coming of age; coming out; coming to terms; and coming together with new friends and loves.
The narrator Jack is an instant friend to the reader, too ― and Jack will make you look at life more differently than ever before.
A book that dives deep into the pressures of how mental health and loss can take a toll on your life, Dear FIN is a fun heart-pounding novella that looks at coping with loss.
To read Dear FIN is to step with Jack as he struggles with friends, family, sexuality, and his troubled feelings in the small coastal community of Old Riverdam. A funny and charismatic tale from Canada, Dear FIN is a satisfying and thoughtful novella, within which the reader can unusually participate.
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Dear FIN - Andrea Layne Black
DEAR FIN
Andrea Layne Black
Contents
Title Page
Slounge
Count To Just One
Jade Queen & Belfry of Doom
Cool New Kid
Sick Title
Owl & Cat
The Devil Froze My Guts
Mr. Oo-Oo-Oo
Giller Prize Material
Coach Chuckie
Defence against the Dark Arts
Bitter End
Drifting
The Demon’s Imminent Blitzkrieg
funny lady
missing pet
Phantom
Meg Chowdhury #1
Meg Chowdhury #2
Meg Chowdhury #3
The Voight-Kampff Test
Whole in Heaven
Happy Trot
The Opposite of Hot
Thrashed by the Devil
8-14-25
Inventory
I Should Burn This Journal
1,000 New Wounds
Full Scribe
A Glacier of Frozen Piss
Cold Metal Shiver
You Never Know
Shaheed the Architect
Blackberry Ginger Pie
A Tense Standoff
Dwarf Star Robot by Horace Zézé
Psycho’s Going to Sue My Ass
A Spring Miracle
A Family, Forever
talk about anything
36,000 Feet
So Gay
Holy Shit
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Copyright
11
Slounge
Fucking knee is killing me. Have a pronounced limp dragging myself out to the slounge.
Solarium if you’re Cyd mom and Lois mom, my adoptive parents, lounge if you’re me. Compromise with slounge. Wasn’t designed to be a bedroom. But it’s mine. Windows jut out, a glass observatory, onto the glacial/sketchy world of Maple Street. Desk has the following items on it:
1. teal notebook;
2. ignored homework, Advanced Calc, do Monday on the way to school;
3. Victorian terrarium displaying Jade Queen & Belfry of Doom (will explain in due course);
4. Japanese manga Edition #1 of City, March 23, 2017, Keiichi Arawi, of course recommended by Horace; so far pretty good;
5. baseball signed by the 1992 World Series winning Blue Jays (gift from my dad when I took up the game at seven);
6. dragon pen; and
7. blue lighter.
Special-ordered black blinds atop every window. Capability of complete darkness or glare of the sun. Shut it all out, let it all in. Things are important. Desk in front of the angled windows - especially the small sliding window, the smoking window. Now wide open. Previously-stashed ashtray now unabashedly on my desk. Bit of a gale out there.
C&L are away at a seminar. Tell you about them later. Whoever you
are?
BTW, what does an unpronounced limp look like? Regular walking with completely hidden pain? 100% that’s a thing, unpronounced 12limping people. No one knows their pain. Yet limp they do, unseen/misunderstood.
When I was 14, Dr. Tzu exclaimed, This notebook’s just for you, Jack.
She really did exclaim.
No other word for it. Said,
just wouldn’t cut it; sorry, Stephen King.
But what’s to write? Putting words together. I’m a ballplayer, not a writer like my dead dad. If I was, though, I’d write cool stuff. Magic worlds, shit like that. Definitely not poetic crap.
(*insert one of Horace Zézé’s slam poems for example of poetic crap. Actually, he’s a genius. Who hates me.)
MOVEMENT INTERLUDE: Enter bathroom, delicately slide off jeans. Take half a box of Kleenex to wipe up blood; spray antiseptic; bandage/tape knee; throw pissy/bloody jeans in wash cycle; return to slounge; don fresh jeans. Yeah, I used the word don,
go fuck yourself, deal with it.
Explain about the piss later. If you’re lucky.
This notebook. Teal pseudo-leather cover. Thick. Probably cost $23.89 (with tax). Shrinks buy bulk from Costco. Dr. T has a storage locker of teal notebooks, couches, boxes of Kleenex for all the patients she makes cry. A theory of mine.
This godforsaken slounge is freezing. God has forsaken this slounge.
Henry’s pawprints dent the snow of the Devil’s Blizzard, a creepy/freaky weather phenomenon unique to Old Riverdam this time of year. Not to be confused with we’re-all-special-fluffy-dendrites, or some simple snowstorm. No, no, the DB is an all-too-real evil icy crap-king, meteorologically-speaking. Thank you, Weather-for-Toddlers-class-I-took-when-I-was-five.
Henry leapt. Everywhere. Walked over every molecule of snow in one afternoon. Hours ago. 13
I’ll be 17 tomorrow. Prime number.
Death Day’s also tomorrow.
Drinking my moms’ coffee. Won’t mind if I drink it all. Cool. Out of town, did I mention?
Knee throbs, ponderous pendulum - bing-bong bong-bing.
Smoking a cigarette. My moms definitely don’t let me smoke. Know I shouldn’t. Only started last year. Horace started then, too.
Thinking you should bounce?
Feel free. In fact, beg you to stop reading. Bounce away.
Empty this notebook’s been, at the bottom of Easton (an excellent bag to carry shit in), battling fomenting sweat/mud/microscopic blood/DNA from past injuries, my perfectly broken-in Rawlings Sandlot - like a big fat welcoming hand/a sick Victus Vandal bat/six baseballs (Rawlings, duh)/Dominators uniform which I hate wearing/my Nike spikes which I love wearing.
Notebook imprisonment - 1,095 days. Federal time. Entirely unwritten in.
Sound hostile. Even I can see that. Sorry? Remorseful? No. I. Am. Not. For once. Which is cool. Maybe that was Dr. Tzu’s point. She contracted
to this notebook being for my eyes only. Said it might help clarify things. Poor bastard notebook’s been dragged into combat duty. Suddenly I have battles needing clarification.
Not sorry. Not about writing down words no one else will ever read.
Certainly welcome to remain, Nobody. Who’re you talking to?
Nobody.
Self-judging, Dr. T.
Let me count the ways. List all the things you hate about lists. Love lists? 14
Dogforsaken.
Don’t believe in God. Otherwise, would live in a magical universe with Henry and Horace. Ride around on horses, leather pouches of gold, be expert swordsmen. All that magical crap. Henry trotting happily alongside our massive warhorses. Castles, taverns, caves, ships at sea. Real Adventures. If God can’t come up with that, then what the hell are they good for? Want my magic kingdom or to hell with God.
Hands are numb. Brittle cave-cold phalanges. Can barely lift this Old Riverdam Crafts Fair dragon pen, early birthday present from Horace.
Yikes. Dizzy. Lightweight. Still feel those hoots from the Annex. Smoked some weed with Horace. Right before our friendship ended. Fuck you, Horace.
Coffee is done. Want to go inside. Try to light another cigarette.
Good thing this notebook’s just for me – kids, don’t smoke; don’t curse. SPOILER/WARNING: Swearing/Smoking. Try to rein it in. Am who I am.