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WOODSTOCK
Here I am, no girlfriend, no sister, no band, and in a dead-end job. Rod doesn’t even work here any more; he got a job selling guitars downtown at Uncle Dan’s Music. It sucks – only 16 years old, and it f*****g seems like my life is over. Oh, and Kenny, whom I think of like a dad, won’t say more than two words to my ass. This evening I will ask Kenny to talk. I need to be responsible for making things right between us. I plan to make amends with Darla also, as I need her as my sister again. The anger in my body has subsided, but I still can’t believe Carmen aborted the child. The day progresses as expected. I make my tips, and it turns out it is a good evening.
I drive home after work, feeling nervous as the clouds roll in over the northern sky. It always seems the sky turn
