"Dad blames you for your own bullying, I'm pretty sure that counts as a reason," Jesse countered. "But I get what you mean."
He sighed. "New Orleans," he said, after a few moments of silence. "I was young and dumb and angry, I got very drunk with some people who'd graduated the year before me, and I tried to pretend I wasn't essentially homeless. Next day, I left the state and just...started working wherever would give me a job, and sleeping wherever was cheap. There were some times it got really bad, but I made it through more or less OK."