a Walkman and ten discs—got
Note: so perhaps its the nineties...
During my first two years in junior high, I’d worked out, training myself for this day.
Note: a two year runaway plan. yikes.
“Hey, happy birthday,” the boy named Crow says. “Thanks,” I reply.
Note: ok yep. youre crazy.
A rest area on a highway is just a place you pass through. To get from here to there.”
Note: or to meet a crazy runaway.