“Fuck this.” He tries to reach for it, but I stand in front of him. “Fuck all of this! Fuck this street! Fuck this bar and that fucking house! Fuck everyone!” He stumbles again and walks into the street. “If you won’t let me destroy that house…” His voice trails off, and I pull my shoes from my feet and follow him across the street and into the front yard of his childhood home.
Girl you know you're here by choice, right?
