Glass (Crank 2)

ground. “I’m sorry, Mom.

Go on to bed. I’ll be home

soon.” I hang up without

even asking about Hunter. I’ll

have to eat a table full of crow

in the morning, but why

worry about it the rest

of the way home?

I’m Totally in the Wrong

And I totally know it.

And I totally don’t care.

That’s the monster talking

and I totally know that, too. But

I’m totally ready to listen to every

word, every excuse, every suggestion.

I feel great, for the first time in months.

I feel positive about the future, like

I actually might have a future

beyond babies and books. I

feel like I’ve got the world

by the balls. I just have

to remain cool, calm

down my parents, regain

my power. I ask the monster

how to manage that and he replies,

Simple. You need money. Money! Of

course. Can’t have much of a life without

a steady supply of the green stuff. I

I do need money, and that means

a job. But what kind of job?