Got a kid in Baltimore, Jack, I went out for a ride and I never looked back
2015
She resents him deeply, knowing what he could be. She fell in love with this could, this potential, and she is left staring at the ghost of him. Stuck with this specter, this shell of a man. She wonders, peering down at his face lit by the glow of their muted television, if it's her. If she is the reason.














