Road Trip

Coral and I decided to get away for awhile. It's not like mom would care, she wasn't anywhere to be found half the time anyway, probably in Vegas with Brian blowing this week's pay check. She had a pretty nice Honda. Her parents loved her, I could tell. We went all the way to Florida. That was the best week of my life. We went to the beach, slept in the back of her car, wrote and read poetry all week long. I told her everything. She even knew the reason I had scars on my arms.