ma, i’d like to say sorry to you, while i still get the chance. i’m three miles from home, maybe ten more
till the bus stop, and i’m taking a break here to rest my legs while i pretend to think over all the
things i owe you. it’s a wonder what you can get away with with enough cash on you, i have to
thank you for that habit. and the bills, of course but i’m getting there. the circle k here out on
junction is a lot farther when you walk, but the food tastes twice as good. the cashiers are dumb
eyed as usual, of course, doped up on whatever it is high school track stars can get their hands
on to sell the football team. didn’t even blink when i shoved two chip bags and a carton of beer
into my bag. thanks lane! you’re a real one, as always.

back to the apologies. sorry for stealing your wallet, of course. that’s the obvious one right away.
sorry for not telling you or caleb about this, though honestly i don’t care. sorry for being ugly,
sorry for not leaving a note. oh! and sorry for running. you can’t really blame me for that one
though. not when that’s what you would’ve done.

alright, time for me to move. lane’s in there giving me the stink eye. think he finally napped off the
edibles he took.

sorry for doing what you couldn’t, i guess. may i live to regret that.