Chapter 3
Nov. 24, 1987
I wake up to bad 80's music and the smell of beer. I look to see that there is the bus driver. I look up at him and rub my eyes. He smiles.
"Morning miss I hate to bother you but you been on this bus ever since mid night and well...I came to collect pay"
"Well that's very kind of you sir to say that but at this time I really do not have any money to give you. Nor do i have any money to even give myself. I am sorry."
"Well I am sorry miss but I will have to call the cops then."
"Go ahead its not like I am not wanted by them already.."
"What was that remark mam?"
"Nothing"
I sat...
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