Dad came home drunk, furious I was reading and hadn’t mowed the lawn. Woke up in the library. Not going back.
Hitchhiking. Broke. Hungry. Truck driver offered me a meal and a ride. Seems nice. His name is Topper.
Truck driver was NOT nice. Rendezvoused with friends. Assault with sexual intent. Found myself in the library back home. Impossible.
The Library is locked up, doors chained. The pants they tried to get off were still ripped open. That’s three hundred miles away.
Tried the doors again, pounded hard on them, and fell forward. Christ, I’m back in my bedroom, a half-mile away. Can hear dad snoring.
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Remember that it is in reverse order with the most recent messages at the top so you’ll have to scroll down and use the <more> button to get to the beginning.
My next tweet will concern the events on page 70 of the book.