It’s about 2200 and I’m about to go into Baltimore on a bus.
I’m wearing shorts and a hoodie. My phone and card are securely tucked into my sports bra. Shoelaces tight. Knife at my hip.
I’m not sure what bus I’m gonna take. All roads lead to Rome as far as I’m concerned.
I feel like I have electricity flowing under my skin. All this other shit in my life doesn’t matter right now because I might have to pay out the ass. These actions could have serious repercussions, and they’re all I care about right now. It’s do or die. No time to think about passing classes, renting an apartment, landing a job… Michael.
Time to focus and get my head in the game.
I think about all the good stuff in life I don’t want to miss. I’m going up to Boston at the end of this month and I’m really looking forward to that. One of my sorority sisters invited me to a barbecue thing that has cornhole (I suck so bad, but I wanna get better). Soft serve ice cream with Matt. Back cracks from Abe. Bullshitting with Alex.
According to this bus tracking app, I have about fifteen minutes before the bus makes it to the stop.
My final destination is in Pigtown. Sam’s house.
Me: Hey, I’m coming over.
Sam: …. Are you running here?
Me: You know me too well. Just make sure you’re by the door so if I knock you can let me in right away.
Sam: You’re fucking stupid and reckless. I’ll come pick you up.
Me: No. I’ll be there by midnight. I’ll see you on the flip side.
If I don’t post something in the next day or so, assume I died.