So far from home and no one gives you a ride. You walk the ditches and you have learned how to dodge hurled objects. Once a man shot at you while driving by fast. He had a big hand gun but the bullet missed by a long ways. It takes you two and a half weeks to get home. But you are able to survive off of thrown out drink cups, mostly ice and paper fast food sacks with burger bits and some hard dried french fries here and there. Its time to start your life over. Far away from fame. Far away from blame...