I GUESS IT'S OKAY I PUKED THE DAY AWAY. "You're going." "I'm not going." "I SAID YOU'RE FUCKING GOING." My mother is crazy and everyone loves her. She threw me in the car, yelling straight in my face. She drove in a fierce fit of anger and stopped abruptly on a red light. I couldn't go to the fucking funeral. I began staring outside the window, thinking hard. It was now or never. I opened the car door and ran out onto the street, not stopping for my mother's screams. If I were to go back, she'd run me over of madness. I must have ran far because I didn't know where I was going. And then I stopped, and puked continously.