Her Stalker
Luckily, I got out, and I'm gonna do my best not to fuck up.
an hour later
Back on the T, I followed my PO’s directions, written down on a post-it note, to a dank bookstore in a small town about twenty minutes from Brockton in search of a book about turning my life around.
I’ve gone through all of this shit before, and it never seemed to stick. There’s no use thinking this time will be any fucking different.