These two, with their black nails and pink gauges and fuck you glares, saw me as part of the herd. Another track jerk with his head up his ass and his mind on his dick. Who called a girl a slut because her dad left her. Who called each other faggots for any reason they felt like. They saw me as Bash the Flash. Moorestown’s Golden Boy. And why wouldn’t they? I was still wearing his clothes.
