Adam truck was packed. I'm surprise it can still move. We got all our stuff, or at least the stuff we need in Fresno, anyways, and we were packed. I'm happy to be leaving this hell hole of a town, but I'm more excited because I just got my acceptance letter to Cal State Fresno. I was happy when it came in because I rejected from 7 other schools that I applied to. This was my second to last one that I sent and I was hoping it would be the one because I don't like getting to close to the wire. Also, where I got into pretty much dictated where we moved, and by the grace of god we found a one bedroom, one bathroom house for $600 a month. It was enough room for three guys to live, sleep and practice. With all of us pitching in, we had $6000 to survive on until one of us gets a job, and I was praying it would be soon.
Of course, one concern still looms. My desire to wear diapers is going to be put aside for a while, but I might be able to enjoy them every now and then. Who knows, I might move and get a place of my own someday.
I stood outside of my house and waved my goodbye to my mom and dad. They were kind of sad, but I told them I would visit. My sis, on the other hand, was more than excited. She was the only one home now and she didn't have to put up with my bands music anymore. I hugged my mother one last time. Man, she was a wreck. My dad came over and pried her away from me and gave me a handshake. He looked me in the eyes and smiled. "Listen, Brian. You are entering the real world and it will not be as good to you as home was. Just get on your feet and take it like a man."
"Don't worry, dad. I'm smart enough to keep myself in line."
"Alright." I shook his hand one last time and got into the truck with Stan and Adam. "Let's fucking do this, man." Adam said with the biggest grin on his face I've seen in a long time.
"Hell yeah!" Stan practically shouted in my ear. "California, here we come." The car pulled away from my old home and I watched it drift off into the distance. I was finally leaving this world behind. I have no reason to stay and no admiration of coming back. We passed Mandy's house, Tiffany's house, and even Samantha Walter's house. I had little care for these people anymore. It all dried up for everyone in this town, with exception of my family. It was the only reason. I had no care for the bullies, the conformist, the whiners, the people who think they can force their ideals onto you, and especially the people who don't know how to except things. They can't just let it be. They to make sure their dislike for it exist and must be tolerated, or else you will never fit in. So what? Does it look like I want to fit your moral standard. To hell with them. To hell with them all. So long and thanks for all the misery, people.
We drove all the way to the end of town and pulled over to the sign that greeted people to our town. It was a huge white sign and the letters loomed over the black two cab truck as if to say, "You are going nowhere like always". Maybe, but nowhere was better then here. Stan unbuckled his seatbelt and reach into the bag by his feet. Adam's head peered through the back seat with a look of confusion. "What are you doing?"
"One second. I've been want to do this since my freshmen year." He pulled out a can of spray-paint and a camera. "Here, Brian." He handed me the small camera. "I want you to take a picture of this, okay?"
"Sure, but don't fuck up. Last thing we need to do is get a fine."
"Don't worry." He exited the truck and looked around for any cop cars or an authority figure. He saw none and pulled the top of the can of spray-paint. He shook the can violently and began to cross out the town name. The green paint beautifully cover the name of this town of which we've all come to dislike for our own personal reasons. Once the name was completely covered, his hand lowered and began writing a name. This name was something I coined a while back and he became obsessed with it, almost to the point where he referred to the town by it. The letters appeared, big and gleaming, over the white sign. Once he was down, I picked up the camera and took a picture of it. Stan quickly reentered the truck and gestured to Adam to start driving away. I scrolled through the pictures to find the right one. At the very bottom of the stack, it stood proud and was a perfect summary of our feelings in this place. On the sign, the replacement name for our former home read "NOTHINGTOWN". It was nothing to us. It was once, but they let it slip through their hands. So long, nothingtown...
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