The door slammed hard against the side of the trailer, it was now 2 am. The wind blew in and cigarette smoke filled the room. His mother was back home; it was another Monday for Shane. “The Fuck you still doing up, it’s late, “Shane’s mother sputtered, while the scent of alcohol took his nostrils captive. Shane gave his mother a glance, got up off the couch slowly and walked out the door. His demeanor was clear, he was no longer angry, he couldn’t be angry that required too much strength. Shane was simply tired. Tired of this bullshit life, his mother got him into. Shane was a young, smart kid with potential, it was all being wasted, sitting in Wayside park. Shane knew it wasn’t the life his mother wanted for them, really who wants to live on the run. At some point he had to move on, he knew he did. No one can live their whole life jumping from off-grid community to the next. He hated wayside the most, they had been here for three years now, and Shane could not stand it. See Wayside park was one of those places where people went, when there was no going back. No phones, no internet, not even a sign that led into town. Everyone there was hiding from something, but know one knew each other’s business. It was kind of a common code amongst the residents that each keep their stories …show more content…
“ How’d you know I was here?” Asked Shane. “ When Yo momma come home, the whole county knows, she barks louder than Beagle sniffing a rabbit when she drinks. I figured you’d be out here yander looking out and about and what not.” Porkchop replied. “Wants some Beef jerky?” Shane scooped up some Jack Links and continued to look out the distance at the creek and the mountains, almost as if it were never ending he always thought. “ You think there’s more out there, out in those mountains? Such a beautiful scenery, there surely must be something more to it.” Shane