its That age of art and new faces that will soon grow tired. its the orange and yellow 60s. The age of when air smelt of cigarettes that were thrown out by art critics, and girls had that sharp eyeliner. such a great time for Charles, even though he was only sixteen. He just ran away again, this time gone for good. He picked a bus and rode to Arizona. He packed better than last time, Charles brought his money. And he stole it from his dad. Charles slide into his bus seat, ignoring the person he sat next to until he got bored. "Hi..."