Koty Neelis

One thing happened after another and by the time I was 17 I was a high school drop out living on my own, supporting myself, and living in survival mode.

You had sex with your married ex-boyfriend.

They’ve been everywhere and done nearly everything but they don’t plan on going home anytime soon. In fact, they usually don’t have a “home.” Their world is their playground and somehow they have enough money to keep traveling. I’ve met this type on buses, in airports, and hostel bars.

She’s a boss about it but at least she says thank you.

I met Paul at The Thunderbird, the only coffee shop in town that offered refuge for kids like us who were into art and music and politics but felt slighted in life, if only for the fact that we were born and raised in a small Michigan town.

Soon I discovered the ambitious guy I first met was just someone totally and completely lost, a victim of overparenting and privilege.