I'll just stay here, always at the same place. Now I am too tall to hide anywhere. I can still remember the house and the big yard and you holding my hair. My feet in those yellow All Stars. My feet and those shoes were friends. Don't you know anything about being sentimental? I've kept my hair long so I could feel your fingers running through and out of its blackness. Pain is still pain in dreamland. Now I am too tall and always right here and money is disgusting and frightening. You yanked me to the ground by my hair. Whatever a man can do for a man, you bet he can make it hurt.