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After he fell asleep one night, I grabbed his wallet and
mom's `secret' booze money, hitchhiked to Bangor and hopped on a
bus, buying a one way ticket for as far away as I could get --
that happened to be downtown Baltimore.
I didn't expect the folks to come looking for me, and they
didn't. I was on my own. I was 16.
I had about fifty dollars and a suitcase full of fairly
decent clothes. I had seen enough `Geraldos' about street kids
to know I didn't want to start hanging out like that. Living in
a filthy, rat- and bug-infested dump was worse
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