“Talk to me! What’s going on?” I stared into her eyes and tried to find the right words for the sudden desperation that had gripped me. “I - w...e,” I stammered rather unsuccessfully, “it’s all going to end. I’m - I’m supposed to find a job close to home soon.” I sniffed. “You’re going to find a job too, and what will happen with us?” The look with which she regarded me was filled with both wonder and compassion. Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes in a steady flow while we gazed at each. After a few carefully measured steps, you come to the conclusion that the "ground" beneath you is not likely to give out on you and you begin moving forward. You feel no special significance for the direction you took, but for now it is better than standing still in the empty wastelands you presently occupy.Perhaps the journey has taken only a few minutes, perhaps a few hours. It might have even taken days, but regardless of how long you spent walking, you don't feel the strain of walking on. . responsibility ... I really wasn’t paying that much attention ... so, “Where’s the money coming from? To pay for that?” I asked.Right now ... I feel dumb as a post ... I have enough to pay rent, utilities and internet each month with maybe thirty dollars left over. The truck doesn’t use a lot of gas ... I get by. But ... all that ... STUFF ... you know ... Or maybe you don’t. I guess most people are responsible.I DON’T WANNA GROW UP!“The rents and leases put about thirty thousand a day in the. Tina saw her mother heading for the exit with this boy and was about to intervene but a female friend spoke to her and distracted her.Liz and Simon got outside and he offered her a cigarette, she did not often smoke but she accepted.The two were stood very close together each looking into the others eyes, drink in one hand and cigarette in the other. Liz made the first move and pushed her head slightly forward and Simon moved to meet her in a kiss, and what a kiss."Mmmmm, that was nice," said.