That night, Skinner was eating dinner with his mother. They started to talk to each other.
"Seymour, you've been ignoring me. Why is that?" Agnes inquired.
"Mother, I don't have to be there for you all the time. I want to spend more time with my friends, or else I'm going to lose them."
"You don't care about me anymore."
"When did I ever say that? Of course I care about you, Mother! I love you more than anyone else in the world!"
"But I'm more important than your stupid friends! Why don't you get new ones?"
Seymour slammed his fist on the table. "Stop telling me how to live my god damn life!" Agnes looked shocked; Seymour had never snapped at her like this, nor had he ever stood up for himself. However, she quickly turned angry. "If you're going to be like that, then get out of my house!"
"Fine," Seymour said to his mother's surprise. He went upstairs and packed his bags. Seymour walked back downstairs and walked out the door, slamming it shut. He didn't know where his destination was, but he did not care, either. All Seymour knew was that he was leaving and finding a new home. Knowing Kieran's parents, he knew that he couldn't stay at his friend's house. He would just have to live out on the streets, he figured. Seymour kept walking, until he happened upon a phone booth. He decided to call up Kieran and tell him what had happened. He put in some pocket change into the coin slot and dialed the number.
"Hello?" Kieran said over the phone.
"Kieran, it's me, Seymour. My Mom kicked me out of the house. I don't know what to do, or where to go."
"Shit, I don't know. I've never had to dealt with a thing like this, man. Look, just... try to be careful. There's a lot of bad people on the streets. Stick to the nicer parts, I guess."
"Very helpful," Seymour replied sarcastically.
"Just come to my place whenever you get in trouble, alright?"
"Yeah, sure. See you tomorrow," Seymour said. He hung up the phone and walked out of the phone booth. Seymour wandered aimlessly on the streets of Springfield. He did his best to hide from the police; he was a minor living on his own, after all. Finally, he stumbled upon a dark alleyway. While it seemed dangerous, Seymour was willing to take the risk, despite Kieran's advice. He pulled a pillow and blanket from his bag and slept in the alleyway for the night. Already, he was beginning to regret running away from home. Even after their argument, Seymour still cared deeply about his mother, and he felt that he had hurt her. Nevertheless, he stuck to the streets.