"I live in Memphis now, but I grew up in Arkansas, out in the country. I don't have much family left there though. My grandparents are gone and my parents too. My dad died of a heart attack in 1993---I was in the car with him when it happened---then my mom died of brain cancer in 2010. I only have a brother left, and he's really sick with diabetes. My best friend passed away last fall too. He was like a brother to me. We used to drive around, watch movies together, laugh, and just hang out. He's the one who taught me how to make s'mores in the microwave. [*laughs*] But he's gone now. He tried to call me the day before he died, but I missed his call. I really hate that. It seemed like he was one of the only people I had left who really cared about me. After all that, I decided I just needed to get away. There were so many bad, sad memories there. I was listening to the radio one day, and 'Walking in Memphis' came on, so I decided that's where I'd go. That was 8 months ago, and I'm still adjusting to being in a big city. I ride the bus and I've found a room to rent, but I feel like I'm kinda stuck. I'm starting life all over, and it's hard. It's like I'm a kid again, still learning who to trust, still learning how to live."
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