Chapter 4
I ended up walking all night. I decided I should go back to school to get my stuff, but I wasn't sure how much further I should walk. Then all of a sudden, a man drove up beside me. He was in a blue Ford pick up and had a motorcycle in the back part, with a cover on top of it.
He looked kinda scary, much different then anyone I ever knew. He had tattoos all over, greasy black hair, and wore a jean jacket with ripped sleeves. Something about him made me crazy for him!
"Hey sweetheart. Where ya goin'?" He winked at me.
"Well, I umm, I'm going to the college just, well I'm not sure how far away it is"
"Sweet thing, that's at least another day in walking. Wanna get a ride?"
"Well, alright"
It was against everything I had ever been told, but then again, so was being bi, so it felt right. It felt great going against what my mom had taught me. I climbed in and we drove off.
"So what's a lovely young gal like you doing in the snow in her pajamas on Christmas day?"
I had forgotten the day.
So I told him all that had happened, and he said to me,
"So you wanna be a dancer?"
"Yeah. Tap"
"Well I wanna be a saxophone player. I'm real good"
"I see you also have a motorcycle"
"Yeah. I would be in it now, but it ain't good to drive it in the snow. The salt ain't good for it."
"So what are you doing in a truck on Christmas?"
"Well my ma died, so I'm finally leaving home. I'm going to Hollywood. For the good life! I'm gonna get a job on the Sunset Strip!"
"Gee, that sounds great. I'm not quite sure what to do with myself."
"Yeah. Well here we are."
"Thanks man. Hey, what's your name?"
"I'm Eddie."
"I'm Columbia..."
I got out of the truck, but before closing the door I threw in,
"Hey, can I come with you, to Hollywood?"
"Sure!"
It was a crazy idea, running away with I guy I just met. But what else could I do? I had nowhere else to go, no one else to go to.
So I ran in, got all I could fit in my biggest bag, and we were off.