The bus roared on. I was going home in october. Everybody goes home in october.

Being a child at home alone in the summer is a high-risk occupation. If you call your mother at work thirteen times an hour, she can hurt you.

I was born very far from where I’m supposed to be so I’m on my way home.

I was born very far from where I'm supposed to be, and so I'm on my way home.

How does it feel, how does it feel to be without a home, like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone.