sleep in some car, wake up, wash up
in a janitor’s sink, brush my teeth
in a little metal basin, brush my
hair in the rearview mirror of a
Toyota, then try to get dressed
without getting oil and grease all
over my school clothes so the kids
at school won’t know I live in a
garage. Oh, I hated it so much. I
hated cars. I hated sleeping in cars.
I hated working on cars. I hated
getting my hands dirty. I hated
eating worms. I hated it all.
I didn’t hate my mom, or even
Abel, funnily enough. Because I saw
how hard everyone was working. At
first I didn’t know about the