Scott’s Woods was behind the hospital. There is a bridge in the middle of the woods. We boys played all around the bridge. We swung like Simians in a Banyan Tree. Branch to branch. I escaped Lansing General. It’s never all that hard. You look like you know where you’re going. I took off from Scotts Woods. My wounds still bled, just fuck the wounds. I had not slept in days. I grabbed my dirt bike, and we were off.