Wow I'm actually updating. I've had this chapter for a while but I ignored it so far. BTW Just going to say this now- Casey spends a lot of time talking to herself in this chapter. Like a lot. It's all in her head but she talks to herself a lot.
New York City is big. Very. Very. Big.
I was alone. In a big, big city.
Why did I chase a moving van? Did I think I could outrun it or something? I've never been a part of sport in my life. Never ran for pleasure, and never- not once- proved to be good at running. Period.
So why the hulk did I think I would be beating a moving van in a high speed chase?
I realized that I was standing still. I had been standing still for at least five minutes repeating the same thought process over and over again.
And once more-
New York City is big. Very. Very. Big.
I was alone. In a big, big city.
And so on.
"Hey kid, you loss or sump'in?" A gelatin-like voice asked. Gelatin, as in jiggly, shaky, groovy.
Oh my goose I think this man is high. On drugs.
And really Casey, Oh my Goose? Have you suddenly become and eight year old?
Oh wait.
The man was short, the same as me. Long haired. The same as me. Big, bushy beard that looked a little bit sticky. Not like me. He was me with a beard. and droopy, red veiny eyes.
Oh man, he really is on drugs.
Aw, he has no shoes.
But, he didn't seem particularly mean. And I didn't have anything that could be stolen.
Your virtue, Casey. Your virtue.
I sighed. I was having quite a lot of internal thoughts.
If anyone is going to steal your virtue before marriage he had better be yummy. Like Hunter.
Shut up brain!
Ooh, angry Casey.
"Uh, nevuh mind man." The kindly stoner finally said, backing off slowly.
"Oh wait!" I called quickly. "Sorry, yeah I am lost."
He smiled, yellow and brown teeth jutting out. But it was a surprisingly sweet smile. Now I really felt bad about the no shoes thing.
Never judge a book by its cover.
"So I was chasing after this moving van. Because some jerk-face stole it from my friends Gavin and Jace; they're gay by the way. And so I was chasing after it because what better idea did I have? I'm not Beatrix Kiddo! I can't just run around popping out eyeballs to get my Hanzo sword back- you know? You have seen Kill Bill, right? It's a classic- most Quentin Tarantino movies are really. Anyways, I chased after this truck, made a bunch of funky turns, didn't pay even a little bit of attention because, well, adrenaline, you know? And suddenly I am forced to give up and stop running and suddenly I look around and I HAVE NO CLUE WHERE I AM." I took a breath. "If you hadn't noticed yet, I'm southern. I'm from Georgia. I grew up having birthday parties in a barn. I do not know New York city. I don't even understand New York state! Well it probably makes sense for me not to get New York state- it is a little big, but the city just feels so much bigger!"
His eyes were wide, but his smile returned as he shook his head. "Ya know, I nevuh really liked Quentin Tarantino flicks."
I laughed, feeling just slightly less hysterical. "I'm Casey."
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The Unconventional Ways Of Casey Jayne
Humor-Going through editing. I am adding edited chapters, which have all been labeled as such. Casey thought, at first, that she was not prepared to leave her life long home in Georgia and head towards New York state. In actuality New York was not prepar...
