Another City, Left Behind

All my life I've heard what a great country America is from people who have never left their home state. I decided when I was sixteen that someday I would see this "great land" from coast to coast, avoiding interstate for rural black top highways, like ol' 40 back in Kansas.

With everything I care about already lost there's nothing holding me back now. My family can go fuck themselves right in their lying, backstabbing asses. I'm done. Fuck it.

In the morning I'll sell off everything I can, steal some copper to scrap, detail the fat man's truck, and see what kind of money I've come up with. The fat man already said he'd loan me the money for a bus ticket.

I don't know where I'm going, probably stop off in Kansas first. I know if I go there I won't be able to stop myself from trying to see her, and I know that most likely it will only cause me more pain, which of course is why I must do it.

After that, who knows? I don't really care, anywhere fine with me, its all the same.