I felt like a whore in a convent, like a wolf among sheep.
“Hey, kid,” said a voice from behind me. Startled, I turned to find a strange boy leaning against the apartment building a few doors down from where I was headed. Confused, I stared at him blankly. His face was hidden behind eight or nine inches of unwashed hair, and for a moment I was unsure…Read more Like a Fish to Water