Some people think it’s ugly here. I used to agree. I would go on rants about how I would never live here by choice and how I would move away as soon as I got the chance. I did. At the age of 16, I moved from a kind of small town to what people in New York called a kind of small town in Long Island. I enrolled myself in William Floyd High School and found a part time job at a clothing store.
I had never been on a plane or train, just automobile and the Greyhound bus with my mom once. I would call home and tell everyone about riding the subway without care of getting lost. I would hop on with little more than just fare. I ended up in Coney Island once, me and my little son.
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