I'm dropping dimes and I'm bearing knuckles. You fight for me, but I'm hardly worth it.

But I was already a step ahead: I didn't trust anyone. Not for directions, not for rides, not for advice either. Sure, it sucked to be lost, but I long ago realized that I preferred it to depending on anyone else to get me where I needed to go. That was the thing about being alone, in theory or in principle. Whatever happened - good, bad, or anywhere in between - it was always, if nothing else, your own.