of the tank. Head tilted up like he was asking God for something:
forgiveness maybe. Or memory.
its obsession with getting down there, to the bottom of the tank.
His bubbles messed up, he says. I don’t understand. I never took
unbalanced, his buoyancy shot. The pockets of air which serve to
seem to get straight, with his head bobbing up and down in an
almost completely vertical position. It explains why he can’t stay
deep under. Aaron tells me about getting a pin and trying to save
once. “50/50 chance pretty much,” he says. I think to myself that
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