Came a time, where every star fall brought you to tears again. . .
comet - āļø anon !
using this to interact with the people I send anons to as āļø
he/him !
interact if you wish <3
. . . We are the very hurt you sold.
d e v o n

Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
$LAYYYTER
hello vonnie

tannertan36
Sade Olutola
will byers stan first human second
Show & Tell
The Bowery Presents

Discoholic šŖ©

PR's Tumblrdome
Game of Thrones Daily

bliss lane
Cosmic Funnies

pixel skylines
š
Misplaced Lens Cap
KIROKAZE


seen from Poland
seen from United Arab Emirates

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia

seen from Russia
seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States

seen from Russia

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States

seen from Spain

seen from Malaysia

seen from Russia

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia

seen from Russia
seen from Bangladesh
seen from Israel
seen from T1
@comet-loves-radioshows
Came a time, where every star fall brought you to tears again. . .
comet - āļø anon !
using this to interact with the people I send anons to as āļø
he/him !
interact if you wish <3
. . . We are the very hurt you sold.

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
i have a joke for you.
what was the most ordered pizza flavor in New York City in 2001?
Pepperoni, but the twin towers got plane.
-āļø
D:
Friend!!!
WAIT WAIT WAIT. i have another.
knock knock
Who's there?
Friiiiiiieeeeeeeeend.
ASK WHO'S THERE
That's not even how knock knock jokes work?
wait
I MEANT. ASK 9/11 WHO
....... nine eleven who?
you said you'd never forget
Friend.
yes bestie :3
i have a joke for you.
what was the most ordered pizza flavor in New York City in 2001?
Pepperoni, but the twin towers got plane.
-āļø
D:
Friend!!!
WAIT WAIT WAIT. i have another.
knock knock
Who's there?
Friiiiiiieeeeeeeeend.
ASK WHO'S THERE
That's not even how knock knock jokes work?
wait
I MEANT. ASK 9/11 WHO
....... nine eleven who?
you said you'd never forget
i have a joke for you.
what was the most ordered pizza flavor in New York City in 2001?
Pepperoni, but the twin towers got plane.
-āļø
D:
Friend!!!
WAIT WAIT WAIT. i have another.
knock knock
Who's there?
Friiiiiiieeeeeeeeend.
ASK WHO'S THERE
That's not even how knock knock jokes work?
wait
I MEANT. ASK 9/11 WHO
i have a joke for you.
what was the most ordered pizza flavor in New York City in 2001?
Pepperoni, but the twin towers got plane.
-āļø
D:
Friend!!!
WAIT WAIT WAIT. i have another.
knock knock
Who's there?
Friiiiiiieeeeeeeeend.
ASK WHO'S THERE

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
i have a joke for you.
what was the most ordered pizza flavor in New York City in 2001?
Pepperoni, but the twin towers got plane.
-āļø
D:
Friend!!!
WAIT WAIT WAIT. i have another.
knock knock
Who's there?
i have a joke for you.
what was the most ordered pizza flavor in New York City in 2001?
Pepperoni, but the twin towers got plane.
-āļø
D:
Friend!!!
WAIT WAIT WAIT. i have another.
knock knock
Um. . . Excuse me, Mister.
I can't- I can't seem to find my way home. . . I. . . Um. . . kindaleftandranawayandithinkigotacrossthecityandnoonehascomelookingforme-
-āļø (can I claim this one -? also he's like. . . 14.)
Oh- shit, do you need a ride home? A place to stay for the night, food maybe? Anything you need, I can help you get it, really, itās no trouble.
ummmnnn...Maybe- Maybe some food? That would be-. .
That would be nice-. .
Food then. Thatāll be good for you.
[he pauses, sighing while he thinks.]
Do you want to go back? I mean, you left for a reason.
No-. . . No thank you, Mister.
[He frowns - looking down, a tuft of dark curls covering his face.]
Just-.. Food will be alright, sir.
Are you sure? If you need somewhere to rest for the night, I know itās getting late and my fiancĆ© certainly wouldnāt mindā¦
[he doesnāt want this kid getting hurt in the outdoors overnight.]
It's-. . . It's okay, I'll figure somethin' out.
[He holds his arms against himself.]
It- it can't be that hard, and I don't wanna be a burden, Mister.
You wonāt be a burden, kid. Iām sure my fiancĆ© would be happy to help. Iām happy to help.
[he smiles softly.]
Where do you want food from? I know a nice joint downtown, if youād like.
Uh-. . . I dunno, we never really went out to eat-. .
[He kicks a pebble.]
-. . . Anywhere is okay.
Alright then. Iāll pay for you, donāt worry about it.
[he tries to guide the kid without putting hands on him. He doesnāt want to make the kid anxious.]
. . . Okay, thank you, Mister.
[He lets Vincent guide him, sticking close to him as they walk.]
Is it far, Mister -? Oh, I don't know your name.
Itās not a problem, really, Iāve got plenty of money.
[vincent finally puts hands on the boys shoulders, gently.]
Itās not far, and-
You really donāt know who I am? Do you not have a television at home?
[He shakes his head no.]
. . . Mom and Dad have one, in their room, but I wasn't allowed t'see it. They said it was for grown ups only.
Well, my name is Vincent. Iām very popular on television. Television is not just for grownups where i live. We have a nice little⦠community, you could say. I wouldnāt mind letting you stay with us there, really. And you could watch all the television you could ever want.
It's nice to properly meet you, Mr. Vincent !
[A pause.]
. . . . Really?
[He tilts his head. Considering.]
. . . Maybe. Maybe. . For tonight?
Now thatās what I like to hear- well, letās get you fed and then to my place- oh, Maris will be delighted the see we have a new kid around the community- oh, she just loves the little ones.
[he begins to gush about his fiancĆ©, dwelling on little meaningless details everyone else wouldnāt even think to notice about her.]
[He nods along, unsurprised that his name hadn't been asked - years of being shut out allowed him to be small; being "less then" everyone else allowed him to be looked directly over if it meant listening to someone else, or staying out of the way.]
. . . Is she your fiancƩ? The one you mentioned earlier?
Mhm. Sheāll make sure youāre comfy tonight, might even get you some new clothes, too.
[he smiles softly.]
Sheās just thoughtful like that. And beautiful, and niceā¦
[he trails off again.]
[He nods.]
She sounds nice, Mister. Real nice. . . like a teacher! Teachers are nice.
[he smiles, before getting himself back on track.]
What would you like when we get there? Itās a nice little burger joint, but I think they might have eggs, probably some chicken tenders- and the best milkshakes youāll ever have. Trust me, this place is great.
Ooh. Do- do you think they have toast? I ate lot of toast at home. Toast and peanut butter. . . Eggs are for grown ups, too. So are milkshakes - those are just for men, though.
They- what? No, no, that wonāt do, weāre getting you a real meal for once. Whatever you want, no regulations. Iāll make sure you get extra whipped cream on your milkshake, too. I wonāt let you eat just toast and peanut butter.
. . . Oh, okay. Is it- are they not just for grown-ups?
[He tilts his head, genuinely confused.]
Huh.
No. I donāt know why your parents would keep that stuff from you. Thereās only one thing that adults can do that you canāt, and thatās liquor.
[he sighs.]
Or cigarettes.
Huh. Didn't know that.
I don't think I can drive, not 'til I'm older, anyway. . . My parents are just kinda - well, stupid. That's probably why, I dunno.
Thatās a shame. Well, guess Iāll have to get you lessons. Not a problem, kid.
[he sighs again, hands falling back to his sides.]
I donāt get why your parents didnāt let you have normal childhood things. What board games did you grow up on, chess?
Mainly card games. My dad would play with me. War, spite and malice, solitaire. .
[he shrugs.]
I guess chess, too, but I'm not good at it.
Iām no good at chess, either. Bores me to tears just thinking about it. Card games arenāt half bad⦠have you played any real board games? Monopoly, maybe?
I dunno what that is. We didn't really have games, anyway. Couldn't really fit in the trailer, limited room and everything. You know?
Itās a board game. Itās got fake money, you go around and buy stuff. Pretty fun, actually. We have it where I live. Maybe, if you want, we can play it when we get to my place.
Trailer? Youāre poor, arenāt you? If you end up going back to your parents , Iāll get you some spare cash so you can get a good meal, new clothes maybe.
Not really poor, just sorta poor. It's a big trailer, I think. Mom works, Dad doesn't. They get all the good stuff, though. I don't. That's cause good stuff is for grown ups.
We could play it-!
Theyāre being selfish pricks. One of the things I teach the children in our community is the power of loving and sharing. Everyone, no matter their age, should be treated as a human.
[He nods.]
Your community thing sounds cool.
Better than the trailer park, anyway.
You know, you donāt have to leave if you donāt want to. I mean, you donāt have to decide right now, but you seem to like the idea of it and, well, who am I to deny such a nice, young, gentleman?
[he smiles. The sales pitch usually worked, and he didnāt doubt it would work now.]
No, I think- I think I'll go with you. Nobody is gonna come looking for me anyway, and they're across town. And you're nicer then them, anyway.
Good. Iāll find a phone booth and call Maris to set you up a room.
[he pats the kid on the shoulder.]
Now, what was your name? I donāt believe youāve told me.
. . . Don't people choose their name at 18 ?
[He tilts his head up at him, confused.]
Mom and Dad told me that.
What have your parents been telling you all these years? No- your parents usually pick out a name for you when youāre born.
[he sighs. Maybe he signed on for more than he thought, but this kid would probably starve on the streets while eating exclusively toast.]
Oh- well, I dunno what it is, then, cause they never told me.
[he shrugs]
I dunno then, Mister.
Well, Iāll see what I can come up with. You deserve a real name, kid. You deserve a whole lot.
[he looks down. He looks genuinely perplexed that someone wouldnāt have a name.]
Thank...you?
[he's still a bit confused about the whole thing, the whole situation - this is making the confusion worse.]
I mean, I have to do it. Who else would?
[he looks around for a phone booth to call Maris. He needs to let her know heāll be back late.]
[Shrug.]
I dunno. Me? When I'm older, like mom and Dad said?
⦠Dennis . Your name is Dennis now. How does that sound?
[he smiles at the kid.]
. . . I like Dennis. That's kinda cool.
Do I look like a Dennis? What does a Dennis even look like? I've never met one.
Um. . . Excuse me, Mister.
I can't- I can't seem to find my way home. . . I. . . Um. . . kindaleftandranawayandithinkigotacrossthecityandnoonehascomelookingforme-
-āļø (can I claim this one -? also he's like. . . 14.)
Oh- shit, do you need a ride home? A place to stay for the night, food maybe? Anything you need, I can help you get it, really, itās no trouble.
ummmnnn...Maybe- Maybe some food? That would be-. .
That would be nice-. .
Food then. Thatāll be good for you.
[he pauses, sighing while he thinks.]
Do you want to go back? I mean, you left for a reason.
No-. . . No thank you, Mister.
[He frowns - looking down, a tuft of dark curls covering his face.]
Just-.. Food will be alright, sir.
Are you sure? If you need somewhere to rest for the night, I know itās getting late and my fiancĆ© certainly wouldnāt mindā¦
[he doesnāt want this kid getting hurt in the outdoors overnight.]
It's-. . . It's okay, I'll figure somethin' out.
[He holds his arms against himself.]
It- it can't be that hard, and I don't wanna be a burden, Mister.
You wonāt be a burden, kid. Iām sure my fiancĆ© would be happy to help. Iām happy to help.
[he smiles softly.]
Where do you want food from? I know a nice joint downtown, if youād like.
Uh-. . . I dunno, we never really went out to eat-. .
[He kicks a pebble.]
-. . . Anywhere is okay.
Alright then. Iāll pay for you, donāt worry about it.
[he tries to guide the kid without putting hands on him. He doesnāt want to make the kid anxious.]
. . . Okay, thank you, Mister.
[He lets Vincent guide him, sticking close to him as they walk.]
Is it far, Mister -? Oh, I don't know your name.
Itās not a problem, really, Iāve got plenty of money.
[vincent finally puts hands on the boys shoulders, gently.]
Itās not far, and-
You really donāt know who I am? Do you not have a television at home?
[He shakes his head no.]
. . . Mom and Dad have one, in their room, but I wasn't allowed t'see it. They said it was for grown ups only.
Well, my name is Vincent. Iām very popular on television. Television is not just for grownups where i live. We have a nice little⦠community, you could say. I wouldnāt mind letting you stay with us there, really. And you could watch all the television you could ever want.
It's nice to properly meet you, Mr. Vincent !
[A pause.]
. . . . Really?
[He tilts his head. Considering.]
. . . Maybe. Maybe. . For tonight?
Now thatās what I like to hear- well, letās get you fed and then to my place- oh, Maris will be delighted the see we have a new kid around the community- oh, she just loves the little ones.
[he begins to gush about his fiancĆ©, dwelling on little meaningless details everyone else wouldnāt even think to notice about her.]
[He nods along, unsurprised that his name hadn't been asked - years of being shut out allowed him to be small; being "less then" everyone else allowed him to be looked directly over if it meant listening to someone else, or staying out of the way.]
. . . Is she your fiancƩ? The one you mentioned earlier?
Mhm. Sheāll make sure youāre comfy tonight, might even get you some new clothes, too.
[he smiles softly.]
Sheās just thoughtful like that. And beautiful, and niceā¦
[he trails off again.]
[He nods.]
She sounds nice, Mister. Real nice. . . like a teacher! Teachers are nice.
[he smiles, before getting himself back on track.]
What would you like when we get there? Itās a nice little burger joint, but I think they might have eggs, probably some chicken tenders- and the best milkshakes youāll ever have. Trust me, this place is great.
Ooh. Do- do you think they have toast? I ate lot of toast at home. Toast and peanut butter. . . Eggs are for grown ups, too. So are milkshakes - those are just for men, though.
They- what? No, no, that wonāt do, weāre getting you a real meal for once. Whatever you want, no regulations. Iāll make sure you get extra whipped cream on your milkshake, too. I wonāt let you eat just toast and peanut butter.
. . . Oh, okay. Is it- are they not just for grown-ups?
[He tilts his head, genuinely confused.]
Huh.
No. I donāt know why your parents would keep that stuff from you. Thereās only one thing that adults can do that you canāt, and thatās liquor.
[he sighs.]
Or cigarettes.
Huh. Didn't know that.
I don't think I can drive, not 'til I'm older, anyway. . . My parents are just kinda - well, stupid. That's probably why, I dunno.
Thatās a shame. Well, guess Iāll have to get you lessons. Not a problem, kid.
[he sighs again, hands falling back to his sides.]
I donāt get why your parents didnāt let you have normal childhood things. What board games did you grow up on, chess?
Mainly card games. My dad would play with me. War, spite and malice, solitaire. .
[he shrugs.]
I guess chess, too, but I'm not good at it.
Iām no good at chess, either. Bores me to tears just thinking about it. Card games arenāt half bad⦠have you played any real board games? Monopoly, maybe?
I dunno what that is. We didn't really have games, anyway. Couldn't really fit in the trailer, limited room and everything. You know?
Itās a board game. Itās got fake money, you go around and buy stuff. Pretty fun, actually. We have it where I live. Maybe, if you want, we can play it when we get to my place.
Trailer? Youāre poor, arenāt you? If you end up going back to your parents , Iāll get you some spare cash so you can get a good meal, new clothes maybe.
Not really poor, just sorta poor. It's a big trailer, I think. Mom works, Dad doesn't. They get all the good stuff, though. I don't. That's cause good stuff is for grown ups.
We could play it-!
Theyāre being selfish pricks. One of the things I teach the children in our community is the power of loving and sharing. Everyone, no matter their age, should be treated as a human.
[He nods.]
Your community thing sounds cool.
Better than the trailer park, anyway.
You know, you donāt have to leave if you donāt want to. I mean, you donāt have to decide right now, but you seem to like the idea of it and, well, who am I to deny such a nice, young, gentleman?
[he smiles. The sales pitch usually worked, and he didnāt doubt it would work now.]
No, I think- I think I'll go with you. Nobody is gonna come looking for me anyway, and they're across town. And you're nicer then them, anyway.
Good. Iāll find a phone booth and call Maris to set you up a room.
[he pats the kid on the shoulder.]
Now, what was your name? I donāt believe youāve told me.
. . . Don't people choose their name at 18 ?
[He tilts his head up at him, confused.]
Mom and Dad told me that.
What have your parents been telling you all these years? No- your parents usually pick out a name for you when youāre born.
[he sighs. Maybe he signed on for more than he thought, but this kid would probably starve on the streets while eating exclusively toast.]
Oh- well, I dunno what it is, then, cause they never told me.
[he shrugs]
I dunno then, Mister.
Well, Iāll see what I can come up with. You deserve a real name, kid. You deserve a whole lot.
[he looks down. He looks genuinely perplexed that someone wouldnāt have a name.]
Thank...you?
[he's still a bit confused about the whole thing, the whole situation - this is making the confusion worse.]
I mean, I have to do it. Who else would?
[he looks around for a phone booth to call Maris. He needs to let her know heāll be back late.]
[Shrug.]
I dunno. Me? When I'm older, like mom and Dad said?
Um. . . Excuse me, Mister.
I can't- I can't seem to find my way home. . . I. . . Um. . . kindaleftandranawayandithinkigotacrossthecityandnoonehascomelookingforme-
-āļø (can I claim this one -? also he's like. . . 14.)
Oh- shit, do you need a ride home? A place to stay for the night, food maybe? Anything you need, I can help you get it, really, itās no trouble.
ummmnnn...Maybe- Maybe some food? That would be-. .
That would be nice-. .
Food then. Thatāll be good for you.
[he pauses, sighing while he thinks.]
Do you want to go back? I mean, you left for a reason.
No-. . . No thank you, Mister.
[He frowns - looking down, a tuft of dark curls covering his face.]
Just-.. Food will be alright, sir.
Are you sure? If you need somewhere to rest for the night, I know itās getting late and my fiancĆ© certainly wouldnāt mindā¦
[he doesnāt want this kid getting hurt in the outdoors overnight.]
It's-. . . It's okay, I'll figure somethin' out.
[He holds his arms against himself.]
It- it can't be that hard, and I don't wanna be a burden, Mister.
You wonāt be a burden, kid. Iām sure my fiancĆ© would be happy to help. Iām happy to help.
[he smiles softly.]
Where do you want food from? I know a nice joint downtown, if youād like.
Uh-. . . I dunno, we never really went out to eat-. .
[He kicks a pebble.]
-. . . Anywhere is okay.
Alright then. Iāll pay for you, donāt worry about it.
[he tries to guide the kid without putting hands on him. He doesnāt want to make the kid anxious.]
. . . Okay, thank you, Mister.
[He lets Vincent guide him, sticking close to him as they walk.]
Is it far, Mister -? Oh, I don't know your name.
Itās not a problem, really, Iāve got plenty of money.
[vincent finally puts hands on the boys shoulders, gently.]
Itās not far, and-
You really donāt know who I am? Do you not have a television at home?
[He shakes his head no.]
. . . Mom and Dad have one, in their room, but I wasn't allowed t'see it. They said it was for grown ups only.
Well, my name is Vincent. Iām very popular on television. Television is not just for grownups where i live. We have a nice little⦠community, you could say. I wouldnāt mind letting you stay with us there, really. And you could watch all the television you could ever want.
It's nice to properly meet you, Mr. Vincent !
[A pause.]
. . . . Really?
[He tilts his head. Considering.]
. . . Maybe. Maybe. . For tonight?
Now thatās what I like to hear- well, letās get you fed and then to my place- oh, Maris will be delighted the see we have a new kid around the community- oh, she just loves the little ones.
[he begins to gush about his fiancĆ©, dwelling on little meaningless details everyone else wouldnāt even think to notice about her.]
[He nods along, unsurprised that his name hadn't been asked - years of being shut out allowed him to be small; being "less then" everyone else allowed him to be looked directly over if it meant listening to someone else, or staying out of the way.]
. . . Is she your fiancƩ? The one you mentioned earlier?
Mhm. Sheāll make sure youāre comfy tonight, might even get you some new clothes, too.
[he smiles softly.]
Sheās just thoughtful like that. And beautiful, and niceā¦
[he trails off again.]
[He nods.]
She sounds nice, Mister. Real nice. . . like a teacher! Teachers are nice.
[he smiles, before getting himself back on track.]
What would you like when we get there? Itās a nice little burger joint, but I think they might have eggs, probably some chicken tenders- and the best milkshakes youāll ever have. Trust me, this place is great.
Ooh. Do- do you think they have toast? I ate lot of toast at home. Toast and peanut butter. . . Eggs are for grown ups, too. So are milkshakes - those are just for men, though.
They- what? No, no, that wonāt do, weāre getting you a real meal for once. Whatever you want, no regulations. Iāll make sure you get extra whipped cream on your milkshake, too. I wonāt let you eat just toast and peanut butter.
. . . Oh, okay. Is it- are they not just for grown-ups?
[He tilts his head, genuinely confused.]
Huh.
No. I donāt know why your parents would keep that stuff from you. Thereās only one thing that adults can do that you canāt, and thatās liquor.
[he sighs.]
Or cigarettes.
Huh. Didn't know that.
I don't think I can drive, not 'til I'm older, anyway. . . My parents are just kinda - well, stupid. That's probably why, I dunno.
Thatās a shame. Well, guess Iāll have to get you lessons. Not a problem, kid.
[he sighs again, hands falling back to his sides.]
I donāt get why your parents didnāt let you have normal childhood things. What board games did you grow up on, chess?
Mainly card games. My dad would play with me. War, spite and malice, solitaire. .
[he shrugs.]
I guess chess, too, but I'm not good at it.
Iām no good at chess, either. Bores me to tears just thinking about it. Card games arenāt half bad⦠have you played any real board games? Monopoly, maybe?
I dunno what that is. We didn't really have games, anyway. Couldn't really fit in the trailer, limited room and everything. You know?
Itās a board game. Itās got fake money, you go around and buy stuff. Pretty fun, actually. We have it where I live. Maybe, if you want, we can play it when we get to my place.
Trailer? Youāre poor, arenāt you? If you end up going back to your parents , Iāll get you some spare cash so you can get a good meal, new clothes maybe.
Not really poor, just sorta poor. It's a big trailer, I think. Mom works, Dad doesn't. They get all the good stuff, though. I don't. That's cause good stuff is for grown ups.
We could play it-!
Theyāre being selfish pricks. One of the things I teach the children in our community is the power of loving and sharing. Everyone, no matter their age, should be treated as a human.
[He nods.]
Your community thing sounds cool.
Better than the trailer park, anyway.
You know, you donāt have to leave if you donāt want to. I mean, you donāt have to decide right now, but you seem to like the idea of it and, well, who am I to deny such a nice, young, gentleman?
[he smiles. The sales pitch usually worked, and he didnāt doubt it would work now.]
No, I think- I think I'll go with you. Nobody is gonna come looking for me anyway, and they're across town. And you're nicer then them, anyway.
Good. Iāll find a phone booth and call Maris to set you up a room.
[he pats the kid on the shoulder.]
Now, what was your name? I donāt believe youāve told me.
. . . Don't people choose their name at 18 ?
[He tilts his head up at him, confused.]
Mom and Dad told me that.
What have your parents been telling you all these years? No- your parents usually pick out a name for you when youāre born.
[he sighs. Maybe he signed on for more than he thought, but this kid would probably starve on the streets while eating exclusively toast.]
Oh- well, I dunno what it is, then, cause they never told me.
[he shrugs]
I dunno then, Mister.
Well, Iāll see what I can come up with. You deserve a real name, kid. You deserve a whole lot.
[he looks down. He looks genuinely perplexed that someone wouldnāt have a name.]
Thank...you?
[he's still a bit confused about the whole thing, the whole situation - this is making the confusion worse.]

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
Um. . . Excuse me, Mister.
I can't- I can't seem to find my way home. . . I. . . Um. . . kindaleftandranawayandithinkigotacrossthecityandnoonehascomelookingforme-
-āļø (can I claim this one -? also he's like. . . 14.)
Oh- shit, do you need a ride home? A place to stay for the night, food maybe? Anything you need, I can help you get it, really, itās no trouble.
ummmnnn...Maybe- Maybe some food? That would be-. .
That would be nice-. .
Food then. Thatāll be good for you.
[he pauses, sighing while he thinks.]
Do you want to go back? I mean, you left for a reason.
No-. . . No thank you, Mister.
[He frowns - looking down, a tuft of dark curls covering his face.]
Just-.. Food will be alright, sir.
Are you sure? If you need somewhere to rest for the night, I know itās getting late and my fiancĆ© certainly wouldnāt mindā¦
[he doesnāt want this kid getting hurt in the outdoors overnight.]
It's-. . . It's okay, I'll figure somethin' out.
[He holds his arms against himself.]
It- it can't be that hard, and I don't wanna be a burden, Mister.
You wonāt be a burden, kid. Iām sure my fiancĆ© would be happy to help. Iām happy to help.
[he smiles softly.]
Where do you want food from? I know a nice joint downtown, if youād like.
Uh-. . . I dunno, we never really went out to eat-. .
[He kicks a pebble.]
-. . . Anywhere is okay.
Alright then. Iāll pay for you, donāt worry about it.
[he tries to guide the kid without putting hands on him. He doesnāt want to make the kid anxious.]
. . . Okay, thank you, Mister.
[He lets Vincent guide him, sticking close to him as they walk.]
Is it far, Mister -? Oh, I don't know your name.
Itās not a problem, really, Iāve got plenty of money.
[vincent finally puts hands on the boys shoulders, gently.]
Itās not far, and-
You really donāt know who I am? Do you not have a television at home?
[He shakes his head no.]
. . . Mom and Dad have one, in their room, but I wasn't allowed t'see it. They said it was for grown ups only.
Well, my name is Vincent. Iām very popular on television. Television is not just for grownups where i live. We have a nice little⦠community, you could say. I wouldnāt mind letting you stay with us there, really. And you could watch all the television you could ever want.
It's nice to properly meet you, Mr. Vincent !
[A pause.]
. . . . Really?
[He tilts his head. Considering.]
. . . Maybe. Maybe. . For tonight?
Now thatās what I like to hear- well, letās get you fed and then to my place- oh, Maris will be delighted the see we have a new kid around the community- oh, she just loves the little ones.
[he begins to gush about his fiancĆ©, dwelling on little meaningless details everyone else wouldnāt even think to notice about her.]
[He nods along, unsurprised that his name hadn't been asked - years of being shut out allowed him to be small; being "less then" everyone else allowed him to be looked directly over if it meant listening to someone else, or staying out of the way.]
. . . Is she your fiancƩ? The one you mentioned earlier?
Mhm. Sheāll make sure youāre comfy tonight, might even get you some new clothes, too.
[he smiles softly.]
Sheās just thoughtful like that. And beautiful, and niceā¦
[he trails off again.]
[He nods.]
She sounds nice, Mister. Real nice. . . like a teacher! Teachers are nice.
[he smiles, before getting himself back on track.]
What would you like when we get there? Itās a nice little burger joint, but I think they might have eggs, probably some chicken tenders- and the best milkshakes youāll ever have. Trust me, this place is great.
Ooh. Do- do you think they have toast? I ate lot of toast at home. Toast and peanut butter. . . Eggs are for grown ups, too. So are milkshakes - those are just for men, though.
They- what? No, no, that wonāt do, weāre getting you a real meal for once. Whatever you want, no regulations. Iāll make sure you get extra whipped cream on your milkshake, too. I wonāt let you eat just toast and peanut butter.
. . . Oh, okay. Is it- are they not just for grown-ups?
[He tilts his head, genuinely confused.]
Huh.
No. I donāt know why your parents would keep that stuff from you. Thereās only one thing that adults can do that you canāt, and thatās liquor.
[he sighs.]
Or cigarettes.
Huh. Didn't know that.
I don't think I can drive, not 'til I'm older, anyway. . . My parents are just kinda - well, stupid. That's probably why, I dunno.
Thatās a shame. Well, guess Iāll have to get you lessons. Not a problem, kid.
[he sighs again, hands falling back to his sides.]
I donāt get why your parents didnāt let you have normal childhood things. What board games did you grow up on, chess?
Mainly card games. My dad would play with me. War, spite and malice, solitaire. .
[he shrugs.]
I guess chess, too, but I'm not good at it.
Iām no good at chess, either. Bores me to tears just thinking about it. Card games arenāt half bad⦠have you played any real board games? Monopoly, maybe?
I dunno what that is. We didn't really have games, anyway. Couldn't really fit in the trailer, limited room and everything. You know?
Itās a board game. Itās got fake money, you go around and buy stuff. Pretty fun, actually. We have it where I live. Maybe, if you want, we can play it when we get to my place.
Trailer? Youāre poor, arenāt you? If you end up going back to your parents , Iāll get you some spare cash so you can get a good meal, new clothes maybe.
Not really poor, just sorta poor. It's a big trailer, I think. Mom works, Dad doesn't. They get all the good stuff, though. I don't. That's cause good stuff is for grown ups.
We could play it-!
Theyāre being selfish pricks. One of the things I teach the children in our community is the power of loving and sharing. Everyone, no matter their age, should be treated as a human.
[He nods.]
Your community thing sounds cool.
Better than the trailer park, anyway.
You know, you donāt have to leave if you donāt want to. I mean, you donāt have to decide right now, but you seem to like the idea of it and, well, who am I to deny such a nice, young, gentleman?
[he smiles. The sales pitch usually worked, and he didnāt doubt it would work now.]
No, I think- I think I'll go with you. Nobody is gonna come looking for me anyway, and they're across town. And you're nicer then them, anyway.
Good. Iāll find a phone booth and call Maris to set you up a room.
[he pats the kid on the shoulder.]
Now, what was your name? I donāt believe youāve told me.
. . . Don't people choose their name at 18 ?
[He tilts his head up at him, confused.]
Mom and Dad told me that.
What have your parents been telling you all these years? No- your parents usually pick out a name for you when youāre born.
[he sighs. Maybe he signed on for more than he thought, but this kid would probably starve on the streets while eating exclusively toast.]
Oh- well, I dunno what it is, then, cause they never told me.
[he shrugs]
I dunno then, Mister.
Um. . . Excuse me, Mister.
I can't- I can't seem to find my way home. . . I. . . Um. . . kindaleftandranawayandithinkigotacrossthecityandnoonehascomelookingforme-
-āļø (can I claim this one -? also he's like. . . 14.)
Oh- shit, do you need a ride home? A place to stay for the night, food maybe? Anything you need, I can help you get it, really, itās no trouble.
ummmnnn...Maybe- Maybe some food? That would be-. .
That would be nice-. .
Food then. Thatāll be good for you.
[he pauses, sighing while he thinks.]
Do you want to go back? I mean, you left for a reason.
No-. . . No thank you, Mister.
[He frowns - looking down, a tuft of dark curls covering his face.]
Just-.. Food will be alright, sir.
Are you sure? If you need somewhere to rest for the night, I know itās getting late and my fiancĆ© certainly wouldnāt mindā¦
[he doesnāt want this kid getting hurt in the outdoors overnight.]
It's-. . . It's okay, I'll figure somethin' out.
[He holds his arms against himself.]
It- it can't be that hard, and I don't wanna be a burden, Mister.
You wonāt be a burden, kid. Iām sure my fiancĆ© would be happy to help. Iām happy to help.
[he smiles softly.]
Where do you want food from? I know a nice joint downtown, if youād like.
Uh-. . . I dunno, we never really went out to eat-. .
[He kicks a pebble.]
-. . . Anywhere is okay.
Alright then. Iāll pay for you, donāt worry about it.
[he tries to guide the kid without putting hands on him. He doesnāt want to make the kid anxious.]
. . . Okay, thank you, Mister.
[He lets Vincent guide him, sticking close to him as they walk.]
Is it far, Mister -? Oh, I don't know your name.
Itās not a problem, really, Iāve got plenty of money.
[vincent finally puts hands on the boys shoulders, gently.]
Itās not far, and-
You really donāt know who I am? Do you not have a television at home?
[He shakes his head no.]
. . . Mom and Dad have one, in their room, but I wasn't allowed t'see it. They said it was for grown ups only.
Well, my name is Vincent. Iām very popular on television. Television is not just for grownups where i live. We have a nice little⦠community, you could say. I wouldnāt mind letting you stay with us there, really. And you could watch all the television you could ever want.
It's nice to properly meet you, Mr. Vincent !
[A pause.]
. . . . Really?
[He tilts his head. Considering.]
. . . Maybe. Maybe. . For tonight?
Now thatās what I like to hear- well, letās get you fed and then to my place- oh, Maris will be delighted the see we have a new kid around the community- oh, she just loves the little ones.
[he begins to gush about his fiancĆ©, dwelling on little meaningless details everyone else wouldnāt even think to notice about her.]
[He nods along, unsurprised that his name hadn't been asked - years of being shut out allowed him to be small; being "less then" everyone else allowed him to be looked directly over if it meant listening to someone else, or staying out of the way.]
. . . Is she your fiancƩ? The one you mentioned earlier?
Mhm. Sheāll make sure youāre comfy tonight, might even get you some new clothes, too.
[he smiles softly.]
Sheās just thoughtful like that. And beautiful, and niceā¦
[he trails off again.]
[He nods.]
She sounds nice, Mister. Real nice. . . like a teacher! Teachers are nice.
[he smiles, before getting himself back on track.]
What would you like when we get there? Itās a nice little burger joint, but I think they might have eggs, probably some chicken tenders- and the best milkshakes youāll ever have. Trust me, this place is great.
Ooh. Do- do you think they have toast? I ate lot of toast at home. Toast and peanut butter. . . Eggs are for grown ups, too. So are milkshakes - those are just for men, though.
They- what? No, no, that wonāt do, weāre getting you a real meal for once. Whatever you want, no regulations. Iāll make sure you get extra whipped cream on your milkshake, too. I wonāt let you eat just toast and peanut butter.
. . . Oh, okay. Is it- are they not just for grown-ups?
[He tilts his head, genuinely confused.]
Huh.
No. I donāt know why your parents would keep that stuff from you. Thereās only one thing that adults can do that you canāt, and thatās liquor.
[he sighs.]
Or cigarettes.
Huh. Didn't know that.
I don't think I can drive, not 'til I'm older, anyway. . . My parents are just kinda - well, stupid. That's probably why, I dunno.
Thatās a shame. Well, guess Iāll have to get you lessons. Not a problem, kid.
[he sighs again, hands falling back to his sides.]
I donāt get why your parents didnāt let you have normal childhood things. What board games did you grow up on, chess?
Mainly card games. My dad would play with me. War, spite and malice, solitaire. .
[he shrugs.]
I guess chess, too, but I'm not good at it.
Iām no good at chess, either. Bores me to tears just thinking about it. Card games arenāt half bad⦠have you played any real board games? Monopoly, maybe?
I dunno what that is. We didn't really have games, anyway. Couldn't really fit in the trailer, limited room and everything. You know?
Itās a board game. Itās got fake money, you go around and buy stuff. Pretty fun, actually. We have it where I live. Maybe, if you want, we can play it when we get to my place.
Trailer? Youāre poor, arenāt you? If you end up going back to your parents , Iāll get you some spare cash so you can get a good meal, new clothes maybe.
Not really poor, just sorta poor. It's a big trailer, I think. Mom works, Dad doesn't. They get all the good stuff, though. I don't. That's cause good stuff is for grown ups.
We could play it-!
Theyāre being selfish pricks. One of the things I teach the children in our community is the power of loving and sharing. Everyone, no matter their age, should be treated as a human.
[He nods.]
Your community thing sounds cool.
Better than the trailer park, anyway.
You know, you donāt have to leave if you donāt want to. I mean, you donāt have to decide right now, but you seem to like the idea of it and, well, who am I to deny such a nice, young, gentleman?
[he smiles. The sales pitch usually worked, and he didnāt doubt it would work now.]
No, I think- I think I'll go with you. Nobody is gonna come looking for me anyway, and they're across town. And you're nicer then them, anyway.
Good. Iāll find a phone booth and call Maris to set you up a room.
[he pats the kid on the shoulder.]
Now, what was your name? I donāt believe youāve told me.
. . . Don't people choose their name at 18 ?
[He tilts his head up at him, confused.]
Mom and Dad told me that.
Um. . . Excuse me, Mister.
I can't- I can't seem to find my way home. . . I. . . Um. . . kindaleftandranawayandithinkigotacrossthecityandnoonehascomelookingforme-
-āļø (can I claim this one -? also he's like. . . 14.)
Oh- shit, do you need a ride home? A place to stay for the night, food maybe? Anything you need, I can help you get it, really, itās no trouble.
ummmnnn...Maybe- Maybe some food? That would be-. .
That would be nice-. .
Food then. Thatāll be good for you.
[he pauses, sighing while he thinks.]
Do you want to go back? I mean, you left for a reason.
No-. . . No thank you, Mister.
[He frowns - looking down, a tuft of dark curls covering his face.]
Just-.. Food will be alright, sir.
Are you sure? If you need somewhere to rest for the night, I know itās getting late and my fiancĆ© certainly wouldnāt mindā¦
[he doesnāt want this kid getting hurt in the outdoors overnight.]
It's-. . . It's okay, I'll figure somethin' out.
[He holds his arms against himself.]
It- it can't be that hard, and I don't wanna be a burden, Mister.
You wonāt be a burden, kid. Iām sure my fiancĆ© would be happy to help. Iām happy to help.
[he smiles softly.]
Where do you want food from? I know a nice joint downtown, if youād like.
Uh-. . . I dunno, we never really went out to eat-. .
[He kicks a pebble.]
-. . . Anywhere is okay.
Alright then. Iāll pay for you, donāt worry about it.
[he tries to guide the kid without putting hands on him. He doesnāt want to make the kid anxious.]
. . . Okay, thank you, Mister.
[He lets Vincent guide him, sticking close to him as they walk.]
Is it far, Mister -? Oh, I don't know your name.
Itās not a problem, really, Iāve got plenty of money.
[vincent finally puts hands on the boys shoulders, gently.]
Itās not far, and-
You really donāt know who I am? Do you not have a television at home?
[He shakes his head no.]
. . . Mom and Dad have one, in their room, but I wasn't allowed t'see it. They said it was for grown ups only.
Well, my name is Vincent. Iām very popular on television. Television is not just for grownups where i live. We have a nice little⦠community, you could say. I wouldnāt mind letting you stay with us there, really. And you could watch all the television you could ever want.
It's nice to properly meet you, Mr. Vincent !
[A pause.]
. . . . Really?
[He tilts his head. Considering.]
. . . Maybe. Maybe. . For tonight?
Now thatās what I like to hear- well, letās get you fed and then to my place- oh, Maris will be delighted the see we have a new kid around the community- oh, she just loves the little ones.
[he begins to gush about his fiancĆ©, dwelling on little meaningless details everyone else wouldnāt even think to notice about her.]
[He nods along, unsurprised that his name hadn't been asked - years of being shut out allowed him to be small; being "less then" everyone else allowed him to be looked directly over if it meant listening to someone else, or staying out of the way.]
. . . Is she your fiancƩ? The one you mentioned earlier?
Mhm. Sheāll make sure youāre comfy tonight, might even get you some new clothes, too.
[he smiles softly.]
Sheās just thoughtful like that. And beautiful, and niceā¦
[he trails off again.]
[He nods.]
She sounds nice, Mister. Real nice. . . like a teacher! Teachers are nice.
[he smiles, before getting himself back on track.]
What would you like when we get there? Itās a nice little burger joint, but I think they might have eggs, probably some chicken tenders- and the best milkshakes youāll ever have. Trust me, this place is great.
Ooh. Do- do you think they have toast? I ate lot of toast at home. Toast and peanut butter. . . Eggs are for grown ups, too. So are milkshakes - those are just for men, though.
They- what? No, no, that wonāt do, weāre getting you a real meal for once. Whatever you want, no regulations. Iāll make sure you get extra whipped cream on your milkshake, too. I wonāt let you eat just toast and peanut butter.
. . . Oh, okay. Is it- are they not just for grown-ups?
[He tilts his head, genuinely confused.]
Huh.
No. I donāt know why your parents would keep that stuff from you. Thereās only one thing that adults can do that you canāt, and thatās liquor.
[he sighs.]
Or cigarettes.
Huh. Didn't know that.
I don't think I can drive, not 'til I'm older, anyway. . . My parents are just kinda - well, stupid. That's probably why, I dunno.
Thatās a shame. Well, guess Iāll have to get you lessons. Not a problem, kid.
[he sighs again, hands falling back to his sides.]
I donāt get why your parents didnāt let you have normal childhood things. What board games did you grow up on, chess?
Mainly card games. My dad would play with me. War, spite and malice, solitaire. .
[he shrugs.]
I guess chess, too, but I'm not good at it.
Iām no good at chess, either. Bores me to tears just thinking about it. Card games arenāt half bad⦠have you played any real board games? Monopoly, maybe?
I dunno what that is. We didn't really have games, anyway. Couldn't really fit in the trailer, limited room and everything. You know?
Itās a board game. Itās got fake money, you go around and buy stuff. Pretty fun, actually. We have it where I live. Maybe, if you want, we can play it when we get to my place.
Trailer? Youāre poor, arenāt you? If you end up going back to your parents , Iāll get you some spare cash so you can get a good meal, new clothes maybe.
Not really poor, just sorta poor. It's a big trailer, I think. Mom works, Dad doesn't. They get all the good stuff, though. I don't. That's cause good stuff is for grown ups.
We could play it-!
Theyāre being selfish pricks. One of the things I teach the children in our community is the power of loving and sharing. Everyone, no matter their age, should be treated as a human.
[He nods.]
Your community thing sounds cool.
Better than the trailer park, anyway.
You know, you donāt have to leave if you donāt want to. I mean, you donāt have to decide right now, but you seem to like the idea of it and, well, who am I to deny such a nice, young, gentleman?
[he smiles. The sales pitch usually worked, and he didnāt doubt it would work now.]
No, I think- I think I'll go with you. Nobody is gonna come looking for me anyway, and they're across town. And you're nicer then them, anyway.
Um. . . Excuse me, Mister.
I can't- I can't seem to find my way home. . . I. . . Um. . . kindaleftandranawayandithinkigotacrossthecityandnoonehascomelookingforme-
-āļø (can I claim this one -? also he's like. . . 14.)
Oh- shit, do you need a ride home? A place to stay for the night, food maybe? Anything you need, I can help you get it, really, itās no trouble.
ummmnnn...Maybe- Maybe some food? That would be-. .
That would be nice-. .
Food then. Thatāll be good for you.
[he pauses, sighing while he thinks.]
Do you want to go back? I mean, you left for a reason.
No-. . . No thank you, Mister.
[He frowns - looking down, a tuft of dark curls covering his face.]
Just-.. Food will be alright, sir.
Are you sure? If you need somewhere to rest for the night, I know itās getting late and my fiancĆ© certainly wouldnāt mindā¦
[he doesnāt want this kid getting hurt in the outdoors overnight.]
It's-. . . It's okay, I'll figure somethin' out.
[He holds his arms against himself.]
It- it can't be that hard, and I don't wanna be a burden, Mister.
You wonāt be a burden, kid. Iām sure my fiancĆ© would be happy to help. Iām happy to help.
[he smiles softly.]
Where do you want food from? I know a nice joint downtown, if youād like.
Uh-. . . I dunno, we never really went out to eat-. .
[He kicks a pebble.]
-. . . Anywhere is okay.
Alright then. Iāll pay for you, donāt worry about it.
[he tries to guide the kid without putting hands on him. He doesnāt want to make the kid anxious.]
. . . Okay, thank you, Mister.
[He lets Vincent guide him, sticking close to him as they walk.]
Is it far, Mister -? Oh, I don't know your name.
Itās not a problem, really, Iāve got plenty of money.
[vincent finally puts hands on the boys shoulders, gently.]
Itās not far, and-
You really donāt know who I am? Do you not have a television at home?
[He shakes his head no.]
. . . Mom and Dad have one, in their room, but I wasn't allowed t'see it. They said it was for grown ups only.
Well, my name is Vincent. Iām very popular on television. Television is not just for grownups where i live. We have a nice little⦠community, you could say. I wouldnāt mind letting you stay with us there, really. And you could watch all the television you could ever want.
It's nice to properly meet you, Mr. Vincent !
[A pause.]
. . . . Really?
[He tilts his head. Considering.]
. . . Maybe. Maybe. . For tonight?
Now thatās what I like to hear- well, letās get you fed and then to my place- oh, Maris will be delighted the see we have a new kid around the community- oh, she just loves the little ones.
[he begins to gush about his fiancĆ©, dwelling on little meaningless details everyone else wouldnāt even think to notice about her.]
[He nods along, unsurprised that his name hadn't been asked - years of being shut out allowed him to be small; being "less then" everyone else allowed him to be looked directly over if it meant listening to someone else, or staying out of the way.]
. . . Is she your fiancƩ? The one you mentioned earlier?
Mhm. Sheāll make sure youāre comfy tonight, might even get you some new clothes, too.
[he smiles softly.]
Sheās just thoughtful like that. And beautiful, and niceā¦
[he trails off again.]
[He nods.]
She sounds nice, Mister. Real nice. . . like a teacher! Teachers are nice.
[he smiles, before getting himself back on track.]
What would you like when we get there? Itās a nice little burger joint, but I think they might have eggs, probably some chicken tenders- and the best milkshakes youāll ever have. Trust me, this place is great.
Ooh. Do- do you think they have toast? I ate lot of toast at home. Toast and peanut butter. . . Eggs are for grown ups, too. So are milkshakes - those are just for men, though.
They- what? No, no, that wonāt do, weāre getting you a real meal for once. Whatever you want, no regulations. Iāll make sure you get extra whipped cream on your milkshake, too. I wonāt let you eat just toast and peanut butter.
. . . Oh, okay. Is it- are they not just for grown-ups?
[He tilts his head, genuinely confused.]
Huh.
No. I donāt know why your parents would keep that stuff from you. Thereās only one thing that adults can do that you canāt, and thatās liquor.
[he sighs.]
Or cigarettes.
Huh. Didn't know that.
I don't think I can drive, not 'til I'm older, anyway. . . My parents are just kinda - well, stupid. That's probably why, I dunno.
Thatās a shame. Well, guess Iāll have to get you lessons. Not a problem, kid.
[he sighs again, hands falling back to his sides.]
I donāt get why your parents didnāt let you have normal childhood things. What board games did you grow up on, chess?
Mainly card games. My dad would play with me. War, spite and malice, solitaire. .
[he shrugs.]
I guess chess, too, but I'm not good at it.
Iām no good at chess, either. Bores me to tears just thinking about it. Card games arenāt half bad⦠have you played any real board games? Monopoly, maybe?
I dunno what that is. We didn't really have games, anyway. Couldn't really fit in the trailer, limited room and everything. You know?
Itās a board game. Itās got fake money, you go around and buy stuff. Pretty fun, actually. We have it where I live. Maybe, if you want, we can play it when we get to my place.
Trailer? Youāre poor, arenāt you? If you end up going back to your parents , Iāll get you some spare cash so you can get a good meal, new clothes maybe.
Not really poor, just sorta poor. It's a big trailer, I think. Mom works, Dad doesn't. They get all the good stuff, though. I don't. That's cause good stuff is for grown ups.
We could play it-!
Theyāre being selfish pricks. One of the things I teach the children in our community is the power of loving and sharing. Everyone, no matter their age, should be treated as a human.
[He nods.]
Your community thing sounds cool.
Better than the trailer park, anyway.
Um. . . Excuse me, Mister.
I can't- I can't seem to find my way home. . . I. . . Um. . . kindaleftandranawayandithinkigotacrossthecityandnoonehascomelookingforme-
-āļø (can I claim this one -? also he's like. . . 14.)
Oh- shit, do you need a ride home? A place to stay for the night, food maybe? Anything you need, I can help you get it, really, itās no trouble.
ummmnnn...Maybe- Maybe some food? That would be-. .
That would be nice-. .
Food then. Thatāll be good for you.
[he pauses, sighing while he thinks.]
Do you want to go back? I mean, you left for a reason.
No-. . . No thank you, Mister.
[He frowns - looking down, a tuft of dark curls covering his face.]
Just-.. Food will be alright, sir.
Are you sure? If you need somewhere to rest for the night, I know itās getting late and my fiancĆ© certainly wouldnāt mindā¦
[he doesnāt want this kid getting hurt in the outdoors overnight.]
It's-. . . It's okay, I'll figure somethin' out.
[He holds his arms against himself.]
It- it can't be that hard, and I don't wanna be a burden, Mister.
You wonāt be a burden, kid. Iām sure my fiancĆ© would be happy to help. Iām happy to help.
[he smiles softly.]
Where do you want food from? I know a nice joint downtown, if youād like.
Uh-. . . I dunno, we never really went out to eat-. .
[He kicks a pebble.]
-. . . Anywhere is okay.
Alright then. Iāll pay for you, donāt worry about it.
[he tries to guide the kid without putting hands on him. He doesnāt want to make the kid anxious.]
. . . Okay, thank you, Mister.
[He lets Vincent guide him, sticking close to him as they walk.]
Is it far, Mister -? Oh, I don't know your name.
Itās not a problem, really, Iāve got plenty of money.
[vincent finally puts hands on the boys shoulders, gently.]
Itās not far, and-
You really donāt know who I am? Do you not have a television at home?
[He shakes his head no.]
. . . Mom and Dad have one, in their room, but I wasn't allowed t'see it. They said it was for grown ups only.
Well, my name is Vincent. Iām very popular on television. Television is not just for grownups where i live. We have a nice little⦠community, you could say. I wouldnāt mind letting you stay with us there, really. And you could watch all the television you could ever want.
It's nice to properly meet you, Mr. Vincent !
[A pause.]
. . . . Really?
[He tilts his head. Considering.]
. . . Maybe. Maybe. . For tonight?
Now thatās what I like to hear- well, letās get you fed and then to my place- oh, Maris will be delighted the see we have a new kid around the community- oh, she just loves the little ones.
[he begins to gush about his fiancĆ©, dwelling on little meaningless details everyone else wouldnāt even think to notice about her.]
[He nods along, unsurprised that his name hadn't been asked - years of being shut out allowed him to be small; being "less then" everyone else allowed him to be looked directly over if it meant listening to someone else, or staying out of the way.]
. . . Is she your fiancƩ? The one you mentioned earlier?
Mhm. Sheāll make sure youāre comfy tonight, might even get you some new clothes, too.
[he smiles softly.]
Sheās just thoughtful like that. And beautiful, and niceā¦
[he trails off again.]
[He nods.]
She sounds nice, Mister. Real nice. . . like a teacher! Teachers are nice.
[he smiles, before getting himself back on track.]
What would you like when we get there? Itās a nice little burger joint, but I think they might have eggs, probably some chicken tenders- and the best milkshakes youāll ever have. Trust me, this place is great.
Ooh. Do- do you think they have toast? I ate lot of toast at home. Toast and peanut butter. . . Eggs are for grown ups, too. So are milkshakes - those are just for men, though.
They- what? No, no, that wonāt do, weāre getting you a real meal for once. Whatever you want, no regulations. Iāll make sure you get extra whipped cream on your milkshake, too. I wonāt let you eat just toast and peanut butter.
. . . Oh, okay. Is it- are they not just for grown-ups?
[He tilts his head, genuinely confused.]
Huh.
No. I donāt know why your parents would keep that stuff from you. Thereās only one thing that adults can do that you canāt, and thatās liquor.
[he sighs.]
Or cigarettes.
Huh. Didn't know that.
I don't think I can drive, not 'til I'm older, anyway. . . My parents are just kinda - well, stupid. That's probably why, I dunno.
Thatās a shame. Well, guess Iāll have to get you lessons. Not a problem, kid.
[he sighs again, hands falling back to his sides.]
I donāt get why your parents didnāt let you have normal childhood things. What board games did you grow up on, chess?
Mainly card games. My dad would play with me. War, spite and malice, solitaire. .
[he shrugs.]
I guess chess, too, but I'm not good at it.
Iām no good at chess, either. Bores me to tears just thinking about it. Card games arenāt half bad⦠have you played any real board games? Monopoly, maybe?
I dunno what that is. We didn't really have games, anyway. Couldn't really fit in the trailer, limited room and everything. You know?
Itās a board game. Itās got fake money, you go around and buy stuff. Pretty fun, actually. We have it where I live. Maybe, if you want, we can play it when we get to my place.
Trailer? Youāre poor, arenāt you? If you end up going back to your parents , Iāll get you some spare cash so you can get a good meal, new clothes maybe.
Not really poor, just sorta poor. It's a big trailer, I think. Mom works, Dad doesn't. They get all the good stuff, though. I don't. That's cause good stuff is for grown ups.
We could play it-!

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
Um. . . Excuse me, Mister.
I can't- I can't seem to find my way home. . . I. . . Um. . . kindaleftandranawayandithinkigotacrossthecityandnoonehascomelookingforme-
-āļø (can I claim this one -? also he's like. . . 14.)
Oh- shit, do you need a ride home? A place to stay for the night, food maybe? Anything you need, I can help you get it, really, itās no trouble.
ummmnnn...Maybe- Maybe some food? That would be-. .
That would be nice-. .
Food then. Thatāll be good for you.
[he pauses, sighing while he thinks.]
Do you want to go back? I mean, you left for a reason.
No-. . . No thank you, Mister.
[He frowns - looking down, a tuft of dark curls covering his face.]
Just-.. Food will be alright, sir.
Are you sure? If you need somewhere to rest for the night, I know itās getting late and my fiancĆ© certainly wouldnāt mindā¦
[he doesnāt want this kid getting hurt in the outdoors overnight.]
It's-. . . It's okay, I'll figure somethin' out.
[He holds his arms against himself.]
It- it can't be that hard, and I don't wanna be a burden, Mister.
You wonāt be a burden, kid. Iām sure my fiancĆ© would be happy to help. Iām happy to help.
[he smiles softly.]
Where do you want food from? I know a nice joint downtown, if youād like.
Uh-. . . I dunno, we never really went out to eat-. .
[He kicks a pebble.]
-. . . Anywhere is okay.
Alright then. Iāll pay for you, donāt worry about it.
[he tries to guide the kid without putting hands on him. He doesnāt want to make the kid anxious.]
. . . Okay, thank you, Mister.
[He lets Vincent guide him, sticking close to him as they walk.]
Is it far, Mister -? Oh, I don't know your name.
Itās not a problem, really, Iāve got plenty of money.
[vincent finally puts hands on the boys shoulders, gently.]
Itās not far, and-
You really donāt know who I am? Do you not have a television at home?
[He shakes his head no.]
. . . Mom and Dad have one, in their room, but I wasn't allowed t'see it. They said it was for grown ups only.
Well, my name is Vincent. Iām very popular on television. Television is not just for grownups where i live. We have a nice little⦠community, you could say. I wouldnāt mind letting you stay with us there, really. And you could watch all the television you could ever want.
It's nice to properly meet you, Mr. Vincent !
[A pause.]
. . . . Really?
[He tilts his head. Considering.]
. . . Maybe. Maybe. . For tonight?
Now thatās what I like to hear- well, letās get you fed and then to my place- oh, Maris will be delighted the see we have a new kid around the community- oh, she just loves the little ones.
[he begins to gush about his fiancĆ©, dwelling on little meaningless details everyone else wouldnāt even think to notice about her.]
[He nods along, unsurprised that his name hadn't been asked - years of being shut out allowed him to be small; being "less then" everyone else allowed him to be looked directly over if it meant listening to someone else, or staying out of the way.]
. . . Is she your fiancƩ? The one you mentioned earlier?
Mhm. Sheāll make sure youāre comfy tonight, might even get you some new clothes, too.
[he smiles softly.]
Sheās just thoughtful like that. And beautiful, and niceā¦
[he trails off again.]
[He nods.]
She sounds nice, Mister. Real nice. . . like a teacher! Teachers are nice.
[he smiles, before getting himself back on track.]
What would you like when we get there? Itās a nice little burger joint, but I think they might have eggs, probably some chicken tenders- and the best milkshakes youāll ever have. Trust me, this place is great.
Ooh. Do- do you think they have toast? I ate lot of toast at home. Toast and peanut butter. . . Eggs are for grown ups, too. So are milkshakes - those are just for men, though.
They- what? No, no, that wonāt do, weāre getting you a real meal for once. Whatever you want, no regulations. Iāll make sure you get extra whipped cream on your milkshake, too. I wonāt let you eat just toast and peanut butter.
. . . Oh, okay. Is it- are they not just for grown-ups?
[He tilts his head, genuinely confused.]
Huh.
No. I donāt know why your parents would keep that stuff from you. Thereās only one thing that adults can do that you canāt, and thatās liquor.
[he sighs.]
Or cigarettes.
Huh. Didn't know that.
I don't think I can drive, not 'til I'm older, anyway. . . My parents are just kinda - well, stupid. That's probably why, I dunno.
Thatās a shame. Well, guess Iāll have to get you lessons. Not a problem, kid.
[he sighs again, hands falling back to his sides.]
I donāt get why your parents didnāt let you have normal childhood things. What board games did you grow up on, chess?
Mainly card games. My dad would play with me. War, spite and malice, solitaire. .
[he shrugs.]
I guess chess, too, but I'm not good at it.
Iām no good at chess, either. Bores me to tears just thinking about it. Card games arenāt half bad⦠have you played any real board games? Monopoly, maybe?
I dunno what that is. We didn't really have games, anyway. Couldn't really fit in the trailer, limited room and everything. You know?
Um. . . Excuse me, Mister.
I can't- I can't seem to find my way home. . . I. . . Um. . . kindaleftandranawayandithinkigotacrossthecityandnoonehascomelookingforme-
-āļø (can I claim this one -? also he's like. . . 14.)
Oh- shit, do you need a ride home? A place to stay for the night, food maybe? Anything you need, I can help you get it, really, itās no trouble.
ummmnnn...Maybe- Maybe some food? That would be-. .
That would be nice-. .
Food then. Thatāll be good for you.
[he pauses, sighing while he thinks.]
Do you want to go back? I mean, you left for a reason.
No-. . . No thank you, Mister.
[He frowns - looking down, a tuft of dark curls covering his face.]
Just-.. Food will be alright, sir.
Are you sure? If you need somewhere to rest for the night, I know itās getting late and my fiancĆ© certainly wouldnāt mindā¦
[he doesnāt want this kid getting hurt in the outdoors overnight.]
It's-. . . It's okay, I'll figure somethin' out.
[He holds his arms against himself.]
It- it can't be that hard, and I don't wanna be a burden, Mister.
You wonāt be a burden, kid. Iām sure my fiancĆ© would be happy to help. Iām happy to help.
[he smiles softly.]
Where do you want food from? I know a nice joint downtown, if youād like.
Uh-. . . I dunno, we never really went out to eat-. .
[He kicks a pebble.]
-. . . Anywhere is okay.
Alright then. Iāll pay for you, donāt worry about it.
[he tries to guide the kid without putting hands on him. He doesnāt want to make the kid anxious.]
. . . Okay, thank you, Mister.
[He lets Vincent guide him, sticking close to him as they walk.]
Is it far, Mister -? Oh, I don't know your name.
Itās not a problem, really, Iāve got plenty of money.
[vincent finally puts hands on the boys shoulders, gently.]
Itās not far, and-
You really donāt know who I am? Do you not have a television at home?
[He shakes his head no.]
. . . Mom and Dad have one, in their room, but I wasn't allowed t'see it. They said it was for grown ups only.
Well, my name is Vincent. Iām very popular on television. Television is not just for grownups where i live. We have a nice little⦠community, you could say. I wouldnāt mind letting you stay with us there, really. And you could watch all the television you could ever want.
It's nice to properly meet you, Mr. Vincent !
[A pause.]
. . . . Really?
[He tilts his head. Considering.]
. . . Maybe. Maybe. . For tonight?
Now thatās what I like to hear- well, letās get you fed and then to my place- oh, Maris will be delighted the see we have a new kid around the community- oh, she just loves the little ones.
[he begins to gush about his fiancĆ©, dwelling on little meaningless details everyone else wouldnāt even think to notice about her.]
[He nods along, unsurprised that his name hadn't been asked - years of being shut out allowed him to be small; being "less then" everyone else allowed him to be looked directly over if it meant listening to someone else, or staying out of the way.]
. . . Is she your fiancƩ? The one you mentioned earlier?
Mhm. Sheāll make sure youāre comfy tonight, might even get you some new clothes, too.
[he smiles softly.]
Sheās just thoughtful like that. And beautiful, and niceā¦
[he trails off again.]
[He nods.]
She sounds nice, Mister. Real nice. . . like a teacher! Teachers are nice.
[he smiles, before getting himself back on track.]
What would you like when we get there? Itās a nice little burger joint, but I think they might have eggs, probably some chicken tenders- and the best milkshakes youāll ever have. Trust me, this place is great.
Ooh. Do- do you think they have toast? I ate lot of toast at home. Toast and peanut butter. . . Eggs are for grown ups, too. So are milkshakes - those are just for men, though.
They- what? No, no, that wonāt do, weāre getting you a real meal for once. Whatever you want, no regulations. Iāll make sure you get extra whipped cream on your milkshake, too. I wonāt let you eat just toast and peanut butter.
. . . Oh, okay. Is it- are they not just for grown-ups?
[He tilts his head, genuinely confused.]
Huh.
No. I donāt know why your parents would keep that stuff from you. Thereās only one thing that adults can do that you canāt, and thatās liquor.
[he sighs.]
Or cigarettes.
Huh. Didn't know that.
I don't think I can drive, not 'til I'm older, anyway. . . My parents are just kinda - well, stupid. That's probably why, I dunno.
Thatās a shame. Well, guess Iāll have to get you lessons. Not a problem, kid.
[he sighs again, hands falling back to his sides.]
I donāt get why your parents didnāt let you have normal childhood things. What board games did you grow up on, chess?
Mainly card games. My dad would play with me. War, spite and malice, solitaire. .
[he shrugs.]
I guess chess, too, but I'm not good at it.