WHEN I was 10 I ran away from my foster home.
The Department of Community Services didn’t like this. The social workers followed me and promised me Pokemon cards if I’d go back to fake-home with them.
I said no. “Um. Nah thanks.”
So DOCS phoned the police.
The police came.
They locked me in their van and then said “calm down.”
But I didn’t feel like it.
The police took me to the hospital. Pinned my limbs down and stuck a needle in me and made me go to sleep.
I woke up the next morning. I was calm again.
The nurse let me play Mario Kart on the Nintendo 64.
And everyone lived happily ever after.