TIGER-BOY by C. Wade Bentley • Cleaver Magazine
I remember when the doctor first told me the red-with-yellow-frosting sores on my legs were something called impetigo, all I heard was tiger, and I thought maybe I was morphing into a tiger or that I would soon have tiger superpowers or, at the very least, that I shared the same awesome disease that tigers get. So you’ll understand my disappointment when after two weeks of my mother dabbing at scabs