AND, HOW THE THINGS I OWNED, ACTUALLY OWNED ME
I was twenty years old, desperate to get out of my hometown. I had already attempted it once and failed miserably. It was like I was attached to an unbreakable rubber band. The further away I got, the harder it would pull me back. That’s how I felt when I shamefully moved back to Casper, Wyoming. Many people love the small Wyoming city, and in some ways I envy them. I never could.
Earlier that summer, I had landed a job as a model scout and moved to Vancouver, Washington only to discover that I would be scamming innocent people into paying large amounts of money for an online modeling profile to a phony model placement agency.(more…)