I started walking to East High, sporting Dad's old basketball jersey, since there was a match that afternoon.
When I was half way to school, Jane's car pulled up beside me.
"Bolton!, why are you walking?"
"Because us NewYorkers can't always afford a taxicab, so we walk"
"You're wearing heals and walking to school, are you insane?"
"(Laughs), honey you wouldn't survive in New York, but even if I am insane, there's no other fucker like me"
"You wanna ride?"
"I mean if you're offering then I guess I will"
