Ditch Rider (2013)
“She liked to hang out at my house and search for guys on the computer. Whenever she asked if she’d overstayed her welcome, I said not yet. I didn’t meet many teenagers in my line of life, and teen talk was a break from the adult wrangling I usually dealt with.
One Saturday Cheyanne came to the door with another girl who had the same blue fingernails and big hair, only the other girl’s hair was dark and her Chicago Bulls t-shirt was an extra small. Every time the subject of having to wear school... uniforms comes up in Albuquerque, teenagers complain loudly, but it looked to me like they were already wearing uniforms—Chicago Bulls t-shirts in summer, Chicago Bulls jackets in winter.
“Hi,” Cheyanne said. “This is my friend Patricia.”
“Hi,” I replied. “Where’s Miranda?”
“Home with my mom.”
“Do you have one of those bogus babies, too?” I asked Patricia.
“No way,” she said.
The Kid had taken the day off and was in the driveway washing his truck.
“That’s your guy out there.MoreLess
One Saturday Cheyanne came to the door with another girl who had the same blue fingernails and big hair, only the other girl’s hair was dark and her Chicago Bulls t-shirt was an extra small. Every time the subject of having to wear school... uniforms comes up in Albuquerque, teenagers complain loudly, but it looked to me like they were already wearing uniforms—Chicago Bulls t-shirts in summer, Chicago Bulls jackets in winter.
“Hi,” Cheyanne said. “This is my friend Patricia.”
“Hi,” I replied. “Where’s Miranda?”
“Home with my mom.”
“Do you have one of those bogus babies, too?” I asked Patricia.
“No way,” she said.
The Kid had taken the day off and was in the driveway washing his truck.
“That’s your guy out there.MoreLess
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