Shit shit shit. I knew it. I just knew it. But I can move to another city and start over again, right? I could totally be an oil-change “technician,” right? I can change oil, no shit. I could do that and then nobody would smell anything because I’d always smell like old motor oil. And I can be the quiet type who’s seen some shit and instead of being judged I’d be doing the judging. This is gonna work. I can do this. I never liked my family anyway. Fuck them. How can one kid out of four be blonde while everyone else has brown hair? That’s some bullshit, man. I’m calling bullshit on that. I can live like a week off one of them big bags of rice and some butter. Fuck, I’m hungry. Where’s the cat, anyway?