I look at her a little like she's crazy, which she probably kind of is. I graduated high school, but there was never any idea I'd make more of myself than that. There's too much that needed to be done at home for me to think about leaving the way Skip did. Anyway, I'm not really that smart.

Drawing is different, though. It's not like they can grade on whether or not I did the reading in a class based on which I draw. It still seems like a good way of fucking things up, but I'm not that great at this on my own. "I don't know," I say, shrugging. "Maybe. You gonna take law again?"