I start to approach these solitary men. I hope to join them. Although the dingy dump of crushed and dismantled cars doesn’t seem to be the best place to join a group. I’m troubled and alone, and it seems as though the stacks and piles of wood and debris reflect what my life has been like up until now. Besides, these men appear to be confident and somewhat knowledgeable—there’s something in the way they stand and look that feels tough. Maybe I will follow them. I’ve got no other choice. I’ve run away, and I’m not going back. more »