I had been miles away from home since I began to drift away from my town. Raising myself on my own, I learned that the best rides were the free ones—if somebody invited me to an escapade or joyride, I would agree and pack myself without money or clothes.
I had been to places I could not afford through my company of temporary people. I had eaten the classes of food, including the packets in the trash, when I could only scent the freshly baked macaroni from rich restaurants. I had loved drugs and been drugged; I had smoked and been smoked. I had the dreamiest and blandest journeys the life had to offer.
And every single experience was done without you. I remembered the day you told me I was too young for anything. This was my time to prove you wrong.
Finally, I had experienced what you wanted me to experience.
But, unlike you, no one offered me a ride home.
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