somewhere... nowhere... anywhere...

We were on a bus listening to the crackling golden oldies straining to escape the ancient speakers when she turned to her friend and said:

"Everyone used to be all like, 'Why do you hang out with Jarred and that?' and I'd just tell them. I do what I want to do. See I like to live my life like I can go anywhere."

She got off in Launching Place and I wrote this in my notebook.