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"