This was Dave's next move. He was used to moving around a lot, having been constantly followed by his alcoholic father, who couldn't accept that he was worthless and disgusting even to his family. Dave was an active marijuana dealer, but lately his stomach had been screaming even louder, he couldn't go back to his mother, but the relationship was too damaged, so there was only one option - his older sister Michelle. Dave dialed her home phone number, standing in a phone booth. His palms were sweaty and his throat was slightly sore. He hadn't spoken to Michelle in a long time and couldn't remember the last time he saw her in person. Then the phone was picked up.