Where Is My MindKenny had showed up the funeral. He did not know why, but he did. He had wandered in, no black suit or anything. Rather than being formal, he was embarrassingly underdressed. He found no shame in the stares he gathered as his bright orange image caught the eye of some of the people who noticed his hiding place in the back of the church. It did not help he was sucking on the end of a cigarette, waiting to light it until the service was over and done with. He did it absentmindedly, as if he was not really there in the corner.
Craig Tucker. He would have chuckled at the name if not for the bitter taste that accompanied it. Craig had skipped out on him years ago. Ten years to be exact. Kenny had asked him to choose between him or the acceptance of his father, and the noirette had chose neithre. Kenny had hoped for at least a phonecall, something to tell him that "it's over," but Craig had not told him anything. He had just left.
Then Kenny's life went haywire. For a while, he could not con