bunk raze i_had_too_much_to_dream_last_night, so the pulse of this story is gone. what's left is a series of snapshots. a group of mismatched juveniles turning in for the night, all of them sharing the same bottom bunk. an argument over stolen silk boxers. kicked mattress as impotent act of protest. the bully's kid brother left unsupervised for days in an unfamiliar basement with a broken arm. bonding through an intercom system while racing futuristic go-karts. a math test with every line left untouched. white space where i should have inked my answers. i've cut class so many times, i don't know where i'm supposed to be anymore. 241110 what's it to you? who go blather from