D i s p L a c E d

We’re told to run from anything uncomfortable.

Places, Situations, People. It’s all the same dead beat shit that is droned into each and every one of us. People, who aren’t the same, are alien and are to be treated as such. I am a non-conformist, in hiding of course, but I think that makes it all the more thrill seeking, knowing that they are looking for you, and you are right there, in their face. He was a non-conformist, an obvious one. Ridiculed and persecuted. And I hated the world for that. He didn’t mean it, he didn’t want it and I sure as hell didn’t want that for him. We both needed a change, make our mark on this shitty town before it engulfed us just as quickly as it created us.

He was ready.

And I don’t want to run anymore.