I ran out the house screaming, with nothing but my pajama shorts and a tank top on. The ground was cold and the air was damp. I ain't know where I was going, where I was going to end up, or how I was gonna make it, but I did know that it would be the last time I see 638 Park Avenue. The last time I go hungry, the last time I be a victim of violence, the last time I live less then what I'm worth. THIS IS THE SUSIE MACLYN STORY!
