I expect you heard of me. Kid Wade. Some say I earned my name. Others say it came to fit me. And then there's those who know me best. They say the only
good thing about me was the fact I once knew a boy I called a friend. But I say the reason most people have heard of me are the tales that grow larger with
each telling of me.
In those days, I'd come charging from the pages of the book of my adventures. This was long after that boy left me behind when he had to outrun some nosy train yard dog. The boy'd been tucked up inside in an empty railroad car. He was waiting for the train to leave the yard, taking him with it to where he didn't know. In those days, I rode with that boy everywhere he went. Usually, I was stuffed way into the bottom of that thin suitcase. Sometimes, he'd let me out to watch the fields pass us by. But then that yard dog bayed loud and fierce into that train car where the boy waited, his suitcase shoved in a corner. Then the men came after the boy. What else could he do but run for it? Sure he wanted to take that suitcase, me inside it, with him. It held everything he couldn't wear. That he didn't take me with him, I never held it against him; I knew he woulda taken me if he'd been able. I sometimes wonder if he ever realized how I turned out.
I've had more than my share of adventures. And I know what's it like to be feared.
And now my path has taken me to this place.
I just may make myself right at home here. I rather like a place that knows how to have a good time ...
Looks like some kinda party going on here.
In those days, I'd come charging from the pages of the book of my adventures. This was long after that boy left me behind when he had to outrun some nosy train yard dog. The boy'd been tucked up inside in an empty railroad car. He was waiting for the train to leave the yard, taking him with it to where he didn't know. In those days, I rode with that boy everywhere he went. Usually, I was stuffed way into the bottom of that thin suitcase. Sometimes, he'd let me out to watch the fields pass us by. But then that yard dog bayed loud and fierce into that train car where the boy waited, his suitcase shoved in a corner. Then the men came after the boy. What else could he do but run for it? Sure he wanted to take that suitcase, me inside it, with him. It held everything he couldn't wear. That he didn't take me with him, I never held it against him; I knew he woulda taken me if he'd been able. I sometimes wonder if he ever realized how I turned out.
I've had more than my share of adventures. And I know what's it like to be feared.
And now my path has taken me to this place.
I just may make myself right at home here. I rather like a place that knows how to have a good time ...
Looks like some kinda party going on here.
Guess I'll make myself at home for a while ... and see what develops here for me.
