I don’t have to be an orphan, but I choose to. Does that make sense to you? it should. It’s my choice. I thought it would help my story. I’m a teenaged adventurer.
I didn’t start out that way. I started out a regular guy. I was into Facebook and that— hanging out with my friends. I smoked marijana once or twice but, hoestly, it didn’t get me high. It just made my head feel swimmy. I like cigarettes though. It’s just cool to smoke cigarettes. That, and smoking cigarettes really— really- pisses my mom off.
She bought me a bunch of Nicotine gum and told me that I was not going to get anymore cigarettes. I told her she was going to buy me cigarettes and it wasn’t my fault that the law makes it illegal for me to smoke cigarttes. She stopped buying them, but said she’d buy all the nicotine tea I wanted. So I drank the shit out of that tea, and in the short term, it upped my smoking by almost a pack a day. Seriously. I was smoking 2 and a half packs a day at that point.
SHe and I got into a big fight then, the day that adam and I stole that car. It was really borrowed, really, but someone reported it stolen, and I guess the cops go by what neighbors say over what kids who have been busted by them for smoking and skateboarding before say. Funny that. Not really funny in the ha=ha sense, but funny nonetheless, I guess. Whatever.
So after that fight, I packed my rucksack, took all the cash out of my mom’s wallet— don’t be impressed, it was only about $400 and set off on my own. First stop— the mobile station on the corner where I knew the clerk would sell me a carton. I figured a carton of cigarettes was really all I needed to get me to the next town.
Then, with the 20 packs of class-a’s packed in my bag, I started walking. I figured I’d get to the buss terminal in MIlwaukee in about 4 days if I concentrated, and i did’t want to get any of my friends in trouble so I had to walk or there would be something that pointed my way. Maybe I could steal a car once I got to Oconomowoc. THat could save me some time— but really, just walking was probably best. Nobody would think twice about a stupid kid and a backpack walking.
I was, of course, picked up about 15 minutes later by the cops, who had already been called by mom, who I guess saw me heading out with the cash. Or maybe it was my sister. She’s a bitch like that. She’s stolen money from mom lots of times — so many, in fact, she seems to think it’s her exclusive right to dip her hands into mom’s pocketbook. That’s a bunch of shit, that’s for sure.
So, when the cops took me downtown, my mom pressed charges, and she didn’t bail me out, and so I got sent to Juvie again, and as far as I care, I’m an orphen. My mom is dead to me, Ok?