Not a lot of people know that I ran away from home at 16. And I never went back. Some days I don’t know how I’ve made it this far... and then I remember maybe I haven’t made it. It’s been a very long life, and I’ve lived through and done some rough things that I’d never wish on anyone. I’m lucky the people I hurt have been able to forgive me, and that through it all I’m not dead. This is a project that looks back on the time I spent living on the streets from town to town and place to place as well as my struggle to leave that life behind. It’s a time in my life I’ve never been able to express, but I finally think I can look back and share... and, hopefully, help someone else as much as others have helped me.