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Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Week November 13-19 | 11/28/1994 | See Source »

...made it my New Year's resolution: No more fighting." On Jan. 2 she slipped out the kitchen door at 5 a.m., with $144, two cans of Diet Coke, six cans of Star-Kist tuna fish, a jar of Skippy peanut butter, her diary, some clothes, a pocket knife and a photo of her eight-year-old sister. She paid $68 for a bus ride to Hollywood. "I sort of figured that anybody could get by in Hollywood. Lots of freedom and good weather and stuff...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Running Scared | 11/21/1994 | See Source »

...Next room: a 16-year-old girl named Jean, up all night on speed, paces back and forth, desperate for a cigarette. A tall, green-eyed blond, Jean ran away from Minneapolis, Minnesota, six months ago with $50 in her pocket and a fake I.D. She left a suicide note on her bed. "Let's just say my family really sucked," she says. "I can't say who I hate more, my mom or my dad. God, I need a cigarette!" One of the tweakers tumbles into the room to announce she has just found a small fragment...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Running Scared | 11/21/1994 | See Source »

Billy sits perfectly still for a minute, then pulls out a wallet-size photo from his pocket and stares at it. It is a picture of his two-year-old son Matthew, dressed in a red plaid outfit and sitting in front of a Christmas tree, cheeks rolled back in an explosive smile. The child is with Billy's former girlfriend back in Ukiah. "Isn't he the cutest thing you've ever seen? I'm going back to him just as soon as I can get it together...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Running Scared | 11/21/1994 | See Source »

...woods briefly to retrieve a large bottle of King Cobra beer. He pitches it back, finishing it off with a trademark belch. He is now out of beer as well as cigarettes and money, and there is nothing to distract him but the cold sea breeze. He searches each pocket twice, the first time slowly and then frantically: only a pocket knife, his lighter and a hairbrush. Then he sits, arms wrapped around his knees, head turned away, his small frame shaking slightly. "This is bull ," he says in a whisper. He says it again, then again, each time softer...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Running Scared | 11/21/1994 | See Source »

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