The Trickster Diaries/Chapter 45
The midnight sky was packed with stars that hummed. Or was that slow, pounding, reverberating sound no more than a bus engine hangover? Didn’t matter. This was serious business. I needed to backpack, lay low, camp out, stay perfectly homeless until July 3, when my SS $ was deposited and I could go into town, clean up, start looking for a place to live.