Living Amid the Myths

I didn't eat any of those candy hearts yesterday and after seeing what happened on the Network I'm glad. I wouldn't really want to accidentally find out people's secrets. If they want me to know, that's fine, but not that way.

I do wonder now, though, if anyone got a secret about me. I don't think I really have many. There isn't much really only one thing that I wouldn't tell people if they asked me.

Tony? How are you? I've been thinking about you and hoping you're doing all right.

Mat? I have kind of a silly question for you later if you're around.

Oooh! And I'll be 23 soon. Doesn't that sound like a really nice number?

Thanksgiving was always kind of the best holiday. The soup kitchens had the best food then and the store owners would sometimes sneak the kids a little something and people were a little nicer - you could sometimes even get someone to let you sleep in a warmish warehouse that weekend. For nothing, even.

Long as you were smart enough to be gone before things started up again that Monday.

Christmas was never so good because everyone was too busy with their own things and they'd already spent tons of money. And 'cause Dad always started drinking mid-December and usually ended up locked up somewhere off and on which meant I couldn't even try and stay at a shelter. Too many questions and it wasn't safe to be little and there alone.

No matter where we ended up though, there were always a handful of kids in the same boat. And you know, for a price you could usually get somebody to look the other way so you all could be a little bit out of the cold. Luckily, Dad never really went anywhere that was super cold. Snow... that would have been really bad.

But Thanksgiving... Thanksgiving could be pretty good.