I lit out for the coast searching for serenity. I had no idea if it would be there or not, but it sure as hell wasn’t where I was coming from so I had nothing to lose.
Hitch-hiking across the country wasn’t for me. I’m not a people person and the thought of making small talk filled me with dread. I huddled up against the cold as I stowed away on freight trains and managed to hide in the back of a couple of truck trailers. So long as they were heading east I was going in the right direction and leaving my troubles behind.
The further I went the calmer I felt. The weight of what I had left behind lifted from my shoulders. I kept an eye on newspapers and saw no mention of me, but the nationals wouldn’t care about me anyway. The local papers might have my disappearance on the front page, the upcoming trial was a big deal, but I couldn’t get local papers out here.
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