Sep 30, 2021
Leaving out west
I’ve decided. I'm don with all these phonies in the east. No one here is real. I have nothing left here except for ol’ Phoebe, and soon she’ll be outta the house anyway. I son’t want to talk to my parents. Mom would just cry after she realized I got the ax, and Dad’d just give me hell for the millionth time and send me to a military school. I won’t lie, I’ll miss everyone (even that backasswards caveman stradlater), but it’s time for me to go. I’ll probably just become a catcher in the rye or something.