I remember my first sunrise while riding the Greyhound, it looked something like this. I was really upset when I got on; my destination was a pretty good one, just not alot of memory from it. I just remember sitting on the bus and watching the sun come up, thinking that hours earlier my life started, and I was alone. You can say that it was the dawning of a fresh start for me, that Christmas day in 2000. I had a huge fight with my stepfather, and I argued back with him and my mother to boot. My stepsister told me to just leave if I didn't like what was going on...or something. I honestly don't remember what it was about.

I do remember that for 17 hours that sunrise stayed clear in my head, even now I remember the feeling, and it still saddens me to this day.