Liverpool «Easy»

Danny, I was never afraid of the height. I was afraid of the ground. The flat, ordinary ground where nothing happens. Up here, you’re alive. You’re closer to God, or whatever it is. You’re closer to yourself. Don’t stop climbing. Not for the view. For the feeling of your own heart trying to break out of your chest. Be brave, son. Da.

They say in Liverpool, you’re never more than ten feet from a ghost. For fourteen-year-old Danny Quigley, the ghost wasn’t a person. It was a promise. Liverpool

A rusty paintbrush. The handle worn smooth by his father’s grip. Danny, I was never afraid of the height