On The Run
It turns out freedom kind of sucks when you don’t have an ID or any money.
There was no way that I could make it home to my family who probably
aren’t actually waiting for me.
I would have to walk. A lot. Like really far.
I’m not going to do that for kids I barely remember or a mother who may
not even be alive anymore.
Plus, I reasoned with myself, they would probably be staking them out.
Expecting me to return. That would probably be the stupid thing to do.
Maybe I could hit up Kimberly. I would totally Lady and Tramp a sub or
burrito with her now.
But I did need money. For food. A place to stay.
And new clothes. Those were still on the bus.
How did people earn money or get jobs without IDs?
Most places do background checks. I needed to find a way around that.
I sat on a bench pondering what my next move was.
Across the street, a group of Mexican men were standing around. A truck
pulled up and they got into the bed.
Huh.
I bet they didn’t need IDs or anything like that. They probably got paid
in cash. Not sure what they would be doing. Maybe some construction or