I was running away.
I mean not really.
I was 20 living in a shithole town in northern Canada. I didn't have a cent to my name and I was moving away. Fuck.
The girl I'm running away with is sitting on a pile of clothes in the middle of my room crying.
Her names Joce. (Pronounce it like Joss)
She's 19.
She gets really angry sometimes.
She also had a bad case of word vomit.
Those two things don't go together well.
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AdventureLife is a bowl full of shit and then you die. Fan-fucking-tastic. Listen to me rant as I run half way across the country. $50 in my back pocket and a reckless sense of purpose.
