I graduated in 1997 – my friends and I were all frightened and delighted by the idea of GOING OUT INTO THE WORLD.
The PUGET SOUND HAD MADE A NOISE.
I didn’t want to go to college – I had always worked. I knew I needed to make money. At sixteen my mom gave me the note card, documenting every fifty cents for lemonheads. Ten dollars for gas…Every twenty dollars for shoes, the ones we bought at the discount store, that she taught me to clean with toothpaste, to keep them looking white and new. Every movie ticket she paid for, the meals….everything I cost and borrorwed so I could buy or eat or wear. She let me know how much it cost her, written out, so I understood at a young age that it costed to exist.