"Guess that's the way things are, sometimes," I nod, taking another drag from my cigarette and turning away to blow the smoke elsewhere. Turning away to give the kid a little privacy, even though I'm not ready to leave him, just yet.

I know what it's like being a kid and having everything be fucked up, and just knowing there was no fixing it. If some stranger'd sat down next to me when I was his age and started askin' questions, I'd have told 'em to fuck off.