Post by crashjr on Feb 20, 2021 23:13:30 GMT
People say home is where the heart is, well it's easy for them to say a thing when you're heart never worked. Anyhow, it's always puzzled me about caring for someone, that was until I got into high school and met her. She was beautiful, smart, everyone loved her. Me, I was a nobody from a rotten family and broken home. Although seeing me she smiled and helped me. I made friends and graduated because of her, but never could I be hers. I was to broken, beyond anything she could fix. So I left Westview.
I spent time going from town to town just doing odd jobs on farms and for local businesses under the table. That was the first few years, living in my car. Then I made it to Atlanta and found a job in security. It wasn't great, but it was a job that got me into a small apartment. There I spent my nights, mainly just looking out at the world and thinking about the one I had to let go.
Of course that's what happened in the past, right now, riding on a grey hound bus smelling some foul smell coming from somewhere behind me. There wasn't many on the bus tonight, but just by looking back you could take a guess. That, however, required energy I couldn't really muster at the moment. I'd received a call a few days prior from my little sister, she was the only one in my family I wanted to know of my whereabouts, and she told me of our grandmother passing. It did hit me hard I will admit. She was an amazing woman when she was there mentally. I was brought back to reality by the bus coming to a stop at a bus station. It was the closest to Westview. I stood and walked out into the light rain.
It was cool already so it made the rain drops feel just a bit colder. I grab my bag from the underside of the bus and just start to walk. Town wasn't more then a three mile walk anyway.
I spent time going from town to town just doing odd jobs on farms and for local businesses under the table. That was the first few years, living in my car. Then I made it to Atlanta and found a job in security. It wasn't great, but it was a job that got me into a small apartment. There I spent my nights, mainly just looking out at the world and thinking about the one I had to let go.
Of course that's what happened in the past, right now, riding on a grey hound bus smelling some foul smell coming from somewhere behind me. There wasn't many on the bus tonight, but just by looking back you could take a guess. That, however, required energy I couldn't really muster at the moment. I'd received a call a few days prior from my little sister, she was the only one in my family I wanted to know of my whereabouts, and she told me of our grandmother passing. It did hit me hard I will admit. She was an amazing woman when she was there mentally. I was brought back to reality by the bus coming to a stop at a bus station. It was the closest to Westview. I stood and walked out into the light rain.
It was cool already so it made the rain drops feel just a bit colder. I grab my bag from the underside of the bus and just start to walk. Town wasn't more then a three mile walk anyway.
