My first day on the run and I had headed straight to the city centre to keep my cover. The city centre in June is a lot of fun. American tourists mingle with pickpockets on Buchanan Street. Sauchiehall Street remains a poor run-down second thought for shoppers.
I drifted through the throngs, stopping for window shopping, dreaming of wallpaper TVs, computer games, and all the chocolate I could eat. My head was filled with fantasy and freedom.
As the day wore on, I grew tired and my shoulders hurt from carrying a stuffed backpack. Few places were happy to see a kid on their premises. I even tried to go into the Museum of Modern Art, a place I"d never been, but was barred by the security man. I had nowhere else to go except George Square, a flat expanse of red concrete, disturbed by the occ
