Chapter 8

Savannah

Outside is refreshing. I once found the little trek I used to have from the bus station to the house was a nostalgic breath of fresh air. This is even more therapeutic.

The thought of having to go wherever I want to, however long I want to, helps me enjoy the natural air for as long as my body can take it. While I walk, I also practice moving without limping. Like I said, it’s not as difficult as it seems.

The limp usually only comes when I let myself go. If I put in a bit of effort, it’ll be barely noticeable.

I don’t know how long I walk for, but even though I grew up here, everything seems new to me… exciting. I look around the environment I walk through, and even though I’ve been here quite a few times, AJ Allison Street will always remain a mystery street to me. It has all the lights and perfect nightlife, but I haven’t been here before, on foot, exploring like this.

On my left is what I presume to be a nightclub. The name “Don Erot