So....I would spend the nights at friends houses, however this was wearing thin, if only in my own mind. So, I was going to the bar at night and drinking. I met a guy, his name was Frank. Frank was a piece of work, I realize that now, but at the time he totally intrigued me. Frank was in a motorcycle gang and wore his colors proudly. Well, I moved in at his house. Now this was wierd because it was really three houses, front house, middle and back. Frank lived in the back house, I lived in a room in the front house. I could give a guess but all together there were approx. 40 people living in the three houses combined. The front house was the biggest and had three floors. Well, after about a month I moved into the back house with Frank, there were only about six people in that house including Frank and myself. Frank was the Vice President of the group. Frank was strange because he was so nice when we were alone, but in front of others, he was an ass. Treated me poorly. Well, I stayed with him for a few months, I actually don't remember a whole lot. I was drinking and getting into drugs at that time. So, Christmas time comes and my mom asks me to come home for Christmas, I was so proud. My nephew would come and stay with me at the gang house alot, he was always there, I would not desert him, thus it kept me in contact with my Mom because he lived with her and my sisters. So, I go home for Christmas eve and I am going to spend the night there and do Christmas. I brought my duffel with my clothing and it was snowing really heavy out. I am guessing it was about five p.m. and when I got there my mom said I should go up and take a hot bath. So I did. Then I was headed to the basement where I would be sleeping when I heard my horrible sister begin screaming at my mom. My sister was saying I had left a hair on the soap. I told them I had brought my own toiletries, so it was not my hair. She was livid and crazy and went and got the soap. The hair was brown but short, like my nephews. My mom told her this and she kept going and going and going and going. I heard her from the basement and began methodically packing my duffel. I headed up the steps, put on my coat, and told them I would be leaving. My mother and good sister were obviously upset. But...the horrible sister would have ruined their Christmas, so....I told them I had another place to go and left into the blizzard like weather. That is when I think the full break happened. I took a train to Penn Station and spent Christmas in Penn waiting for a bus to take me as far I could get. I ended up in an industrial part of Pennsylvania, out of money, no food. Oh well, **** it, I started hitchhiking. I spent two years out on that road. I never called home. I cared less and less as time went on. I thought of my children, but also figured they were better off without the likes of me. Well, let me tell you the road is no place for a young woman. I was naive, sheltered, uneducated on any form of life on the streets. But that was all going to change and fast. There are some very good people out there, but the majority are bad when you are on the road. They will beat you down, chew you up and spit you out with no remorse. I can say those two years are a big blur. I will post what I remember, and hope to remember more as these are my lost years.