burtlo

The story of Holden Caulfield drove me from my mother and her mother. I came to live in Los Angeles with my father and his wife.

I came to live with my father's parents shortly after my father went jobless and his marriage went loveless. I made my home sandwiched between two sheet-covered dunes of odds and most ends my Grandmother had long since forgotten. I had simply a bed and a card table. I would later overtake my father's old room. He spent his nights upon the couch out in the living room until later leaving for a new residence. I remained.

I later came to live within the confines of a trailer placed on the drive. While it granted me peace from the family, bestowing me with the ability to satellite the home planet, it was without the comforts of power when my uncle and I quarreled. Shortly before noon, the desert heat would broil me in my metal box if I laid about too long.

Bringing myself to leave was an uninsured car accident that left me bankrupt and defeated at eighteen. My carefully crafted void of a social existence was left a wreck. I left, as I arrived, running in fear from the choices I had made and a sense that the situation could never be remedied.