There Goes The Sun

So there you have it. One second I’m living in Pensacola, miserable and bored, and then I’m wandering through the state with nothing but the clothes on my back, a bag full of junk food, some cash, and a dead radio. Now I’ve got to head south, with only Ed, my faithful old Rottweiler; Crystal and her baby girl Vero, from up north; Largo and Aventura, who I’m sure want to be here as much as I do - oh, and that crazy Cssadaga boy who swears he’s psychic.

I'm Bonita Clearwater, and this is just how I wanted to spend my summer.

1. You Are Here.
2. Public School Number Something Or Other.