when i look back on it now, i feel sorry for gary. when all was said and done, he was just a little kid. i guess he needed friends. but all paul and i knew that night was that we wanted to go home. "kevin what are you doing here? did something happen? are you ok?""yeah, we're fine, we just felt like coming home" it was the truth, but not the whole truth, and looking at my mom and my dad, standing there in their bathrobes, worried about me, i felt a little sick about that. "we'll come on in, it's cold out there. honey you should've called us. we would've come to pick you up. paul are you limping?" i don't know why but that night for the first time in a long time, i didn't have a single nightmare.
