Gotta say for what on the surface is boring as hell my heart races every time I open the damn laptop. Is my big mouth going to get me in trouble or is this whole thing just one big nothingburger misunderstanding? Is it this thing, or the other thing, or who the hell knows?
Not me - I don't know shit about shit. All I do know is how I got on the fucking chain in the first place.
So when they snatched the Little Red Haired Girl Jenny and I panicked and ran. I mean it was stupid, but we were kids and scared out of our minds. You know we were going to run from the FBI, hide out in the woods until dark, then something something. I'll be the first to admit I found the whole thing even frankly romantic and figured if Jenny and I were on the lam there would be plenty more of the intoxicating stuff Jenny used to "let" me do until she dumped me.
It was that kid - Tom - that motherfucker ratted us out. So right before French class - look you can't make this up - Jenny like sneaks up to me in the hallway and whispers, "they know."
I mean I felt like I was having a heart attack or something. I'm sitting through class sweating trying my best to just block it all out. It was like waiting for the executioner. And then the place is swarming with cops. I presumed looking for me. I thought I'd go to prison or something.
So Jenny and I, we just fucking ran. I mean I took her hand and we just ran through the parking lot, across the street, through the woods. I mean after a bit we stop, literally like under a tree, and she's bawling her eyes out and I'm holding her. She is sobbing, terrified her father is going to beat her. I'm trying to at least think rationally, like, how are we going to get money, where are we going to sleep, that sort of thing. But of course a terrified fifteen year old boy basically has no idea about anything so I was just telling her absurd things, anything I could think of to reassure her.
Frankly I was the pussy - I'm the one that gave us up eventually. She would have kept going, she wanted to, but come on? I was just doing what I thought was best, figured we'd have to face them eventually so may as well get it done with.
I mean, it actually wasn't even as bad as we thought. They didn't arrest us, I mean we got in a lot of trouble, but just not juvie thank god. Yet within six months it was a fucking political thing. I mean, obviously, we had no idea about any of this but let's say the "establishment" - the local government in that area - they HATED us. I mean, for cultural reasons, for their own bureaucratic reasons, frankly for ethnic and racial reasons.
So they wouldn't just let it drop - oh no. Every adult on every side used four scared teenage kids to fuck with their political enemies. People are scum.
What they did to Carrie? Fucking crimes against humanity. Jenny? Don't know, never saw her or spoke with her again after I cowardly turned us in, the most shameful thing I've ever done in my life. At least we could have gone down fighting.
And the Little Red Haired Girl? Don't know either. From what I was told it wasn't good though.
Every new day that you start Plants a minuature flag in your heart Where you waking up today My little runaway? Every red eye that you cross Makes the next feel serious Where you waking up today My little runaway? Every silver shell that you crush Will be enough Where you gonna sleep today My little runaway? When you feel like everyone Wants to kill the unicorn Where you waking up today My little runaway? My little runaway