Just where I was heading was farther from my head than feet: all I knew was that I was gone. Although I've never had a home, there was still a part of me that felt desolate. Like I was missing something, feeling homesick already and an hour hadn't even passed yet. I hadn't even noticed it earlier but the knot my manager had left in my belly was long gone now: an eerie, light feeling replaced it. Like all was right with the world...or I'd just shot up with enough heroin to put me in the hospital. Not that I'd know anything of that, of course. Its a weird feeling but I wasn't going to shun it: 's a good contrast to the looming clouds that had been over my head for so long.
As though the consequences of my decision hadn't fully sunk in yet, I pissed away $1.63 at a gas station for a bottle of OJ. Only after the container was empty and gone did I realize how stupid I'd been. About an hour in, I got the great idea to swing by a friend's place. Once upon a time we had briefly talked about th