Chapter 19: Who Do You Trust?

Troy liked the streets, if for no other reason than the fact that he had people that he could consider friends. For the first time in his life, he wasn't judged because of his condition. They'd all be sitting around laughing and then the world would turn sideways. He'd fade away into a seizure and when he woke up a minute or two later they would still be joking and laughing and they'd nudge him and fill him in on what he'd missed. They never made a big deal out of it; if they even noticed it happening. But his family had always made his seizures seem like a distasteful act that they had to turn their heads from; as if they were waiting to wipe a toddler's ass after he took his first dump in the big toilet.

The months moved fast and soon it was his eighteenth birthday. He had told Blue about the social security checks that he'd been getting for years. He would need to call home in order to get the money and that was something he wasn't up for.

'So you got all of this money just