I first ran away from home around the age of 6. I spent a few hours in the garage. I think one night I slept on the roof to make my parents think I left. Then I jumped off as they watched in horror as I landed in the azalea bushes.
I had to rake the leaves and couldn’t ride my bike for a week.
Now I run a small motel off the interstate. I live in the house up the hill with my mom. She never goes out. The motel is clean and I like to share toasted cheese sandwiches with the occasional guest.
I’ve Got a Secret.
You almost had me there.