She's Outta Here...

I'll be back Sunday night, my pretties. Until then, eh, I may as well...


The Friday Five:

1. Have you ever considered running away from home?
I think as a kid it was what a wanted to be when I grew up. A runaway. And no, not of the "Cherry Bomb" persuasion.

2. Have you ever actually run away from home? (If so, for how long?)
When I was a kid my best friend Sheryl and I packed out Lego toys in a pillow case, tied it to a stick, and camped out in a neighbor's yard. That, in our minds, was running away on a grand and official capacity. And predictably, it didn't last long.

3. What would make you want to run away from home?
Nothing to do with home so much. Just my usual eaten up with desire to see the world. To Kerouac across the country on a train and defy conventional civility. To Huck Finn it down a river and ponder the notion of being free. Later I got older and said, fuck all, I'm buying a plane ticket. Drafty rafts can eat a bag of dicks.

4. What would you do if a friend ran away to your house?
Heck, they still run away to my house! Well, not like they used to do.

5. If you were going to run away from home, where would you go?
I go where I'm invited, baby.

And speaking of which. Outer Banks, here I come.