one would think that someone living in a city for two years would have some sense of direction or be able to recognize streets by landmarks at the very least; as it would happen parker was not one of those people. he wandered until he was lost, and then he’d wander because he was lost. it was just like him to tell the one person in his writing group who lived near him that he’d be good to get home on his own and manage to end up turned around. it was becoming something of a bad habit. “quick question, you wouldn’t happen to know how to get to hopdoddy’s from here, would you?”












