Excerpt: Only the Curious

Do I ever miss home? That’s a question that I’m always a little hesitant to answer. I have to be totally honest with you. I’ve gathered up my reputation by being a family loathing bitch, and it is sometimes hard for me to admit that yes, I do sometimes miss home. I think you won’t have a hard time believing that I do not miss Andrew, and the sounds of shrieking orgasm from next door, or the way that I was constantly living in fear that my drug habits may be found out by my mom and dad, who I knew would be utterly disappointed in me.
But I can’t help but think back sometimes to the days of my youth, when I could just lay out on my bed with my cat and stroke her fur all day long. Often, she would purr and I would just sit and listen to her. Her voice sounded like a boat rolling on an ocean