Prologue

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December 1982

I could smell it from here. I've been waiting for this since I was 12. And now, this is the day. That day.
I knew my 27 h ride was almost done. I open my eyes waking up by this suburb smell that came to my nostrils. Immediately after I stretched my back as best as I could, I hear the redhead guy who's standing across to me mumbling.
"I'm not so sure that my 31h fucked up ride will end now, I paid for something better, so move your sorry fat ass outta here, driver" He says angrily but only for his own hearing.

I smile internally laying my head on the bus' window
I remember him.
When I got in, he was already here. He's from Indiana, as you can say. He's wearing that typical cowboy boots, a cap, all matched with a ripped shirt. The image i've been staring at was complete when he started shaking an wheat straw between his lips . But what's catching your attention is his hair. His long and ginger hair and also his sharpened jawline.
He's probably noticed that I'm staring at him 'cause he showed up that big smile, better called a smirk that all the boys use when they're tryna "catch" a chick. I roll my eyes and redirect my eyesight forward, smiling.

After some time when the bus reaches a station and the doors open, i jump out with my backpack on and my lil suitcase on my hand. Struggling to reach my cigarette pack.

Right when I wanted to light my cig, that redhead boy runs into a street man. The redhead is laughing while the poor man holds tightly his forearm.
"Be careful young boy. Be good. Cause what you've done... can never be fixed." Whispers the old man.
"Why so?" I hear the redhead saying. Are you the first lady so just cause I' ve run into you I must go to the jail?" The tall boy said showing off his attitude.

"You came in such wrong place.. Young man... you're gonna die soon in here... "

"You're nuts man" the redhead says with a nod

"welcome to the jungle... " the street man says in a dramatic voice while the boy is just staring at him with that shit-eating smirk on his face. I knew he wouldn't give a simgle fuck about what the man was saying. He just stood there amused.

I turn around right after, ready to start my new life.

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