The Maniac

Ben worked for Dale Plastics too like I did. He empathized with me because he'd run away from home when he was fourteen and tried to make it on the streets of San Diego for more than a month. Ben kept stroking his eyebrow like he had an itch that wouldn't go away. When he finally asked me about myself I told him my story. He said, well hell that's not right. He said I was welcome to crash alone at his house for the night. Since he was planning to stay with his girlfriend anyway, she got off work at a restaurant at two.