Fifty Eight Dollars and a Shitty Car

We hit the streets with everything we could carry and still forgetting what we needed most. I could hear the sound of pursuit and worried that we couldn't get far enough away. She looked at me, like she was waiting for the words she needed to hear, and I obliged her. "We'll be alright.", I said and she smiled a little, the first smile I'd seen in months.

The hours that blend into a cool afternoon, after years of waiting to die, and seem to resist change are, to me, the most sublime. I stood behind the empty chair wondering if I should sit, but nodded, yes, I would have tea. He hasn't changed a bit and I'd still like to smash his face, but for some reason he thinks we're friends and I'm too much of a coward to tell him otherwise.

We made it San Diego in fourteen hours; a record, I think. She was sick by then and I wasn't doing too well myself, but I told her some good news and she seems to be alright for now. For now. In the morning I'll tell her the truth. That we can't stay.

Isn't just like me, to be this way. Isn't it just like me.