Fear and loathing in the hills behind metropolis.

There's a creek that sits a dozen yards behind my house. Recently, I've gone down there after my Dad finally falls asleep, and taken what feels like real long walks down it. It doesn't seem that dangerous, a few crawfish and raccoons, but they don't bother nobody. Animals have always been real friendly to me anyways. If you walk far along enough down the creek, there's a bridge that supports the train tracks. Every Wednesday at 3 AM there'll be a train that stops on that bridge for a good 10 minutes or so. My Uncle who works at the yards tells me that it's a shipment of foodstuffs on its way to Memphis. Our town is its second to last stop. I get so tempted some nights to get inside of one of the train cars and make my way to the big city. I get scared that I'd miss my Ma, so I never do it. But one of these days, maybe after I finish 8th grade, I'll go there. Boys at school keep talking about how the wind storms gonna blow over this dirt trap, and I'd best get out of here as soon as I could. Georgia ain't as much fun as it used to be when I was young.