His name is nick, He is 13, A chubby little punk kid with a mohawk. He is the one who called 911, he is the one who got his mother to leave. I dyed his mohawk green and gave him a few punk CD's. We sit and shoot the shit while I bleach his hair. Sometimes the best counselling I can do is covert.

We talk about bands (at 13 his musicals tastes are very pop punk) I preach to him the goodness of psycholbiily and give him Koffin Kats, Mad Sin, Tiger Army and Horrorpops to educate him. We talk about girls, and how nervous they make him, and then we talk about what brought him to here.

He is happy he is living at the shelter w/ his mom and sister. He feels safe here, no more abuse. He likes the food and "I get to meet rock and roll chicks like you". I give him flyers for all ages shows and just want to hug him, but at his age and with his little crush on me that is a no-no. He asks if he can stay up late and meet Dion when he comes to pick me up, I tell him no, it is a school night and I'm not off untill Midnight. He seems to like having boundaries, rules make him know we care about him doing well. I have 4 days off, he'll have moved out by my next shift. I slip him and his sister notes about having faith in themselves and all that jazz, but I mean every word. I really hope those two turn out okay.