As kids we all wanted to run away from home for some reason or another. I remember once when my mom didn’t make the mac & cheese with cut up hot dogs in it. It was just plain Kraft blue box. Where were my delicious Oscar Mayers? I was so upset…I ran away to the backyard tree.
This kid has a much more understandable reason for packing up his sack and heading out to brave the streets. I mean, if my family accused me of letting one rip when it clearly wasn’t me, I’d do the same thing.