Random Story again

Gees what does my psychiatrist know I started thinking to myself as I drove around town heading towards my original home. He told me to go to my ten year high school reunion figured it would be good for me. It seems like I ran from here but I just keep myself busy traveling the world after I did a stunt with the army. Finally Blake Ave and 14^th Street and their lies not my home now but a Citgo fuel station, a gas station, where in the world did my house go. I guess my psychiatrist lied to me, you can’t always go home, but you might be able to buy groceries their.