I ran away to Denver once. Not the best place to run away too, expensive as all heck (compared to our old stomping grounds), but that's where what little I'd managed to save from my crappy minimum wage college job ran out.

I stayed gone a week, slept in the car, ate crappy fast food, then got out the credit card to pay my way back to my ever so crappy life.

(Er, then I dropped out of school, took a job taking doing publicity photos on a political campaign for the 6 months leading up to the election, then had a *real* breakdown. Then came the band, but that's another long story.)