Van snickered with a hissing sound and hung his head back, looking up at the stars. "Troublemaker? Fuck. They said I was a bad baby. Screamed all the time. Didn't want to be cuddled. Threw toys at other kids. Maybe it was a kelpie thing, I don't know, but people have a limit. Even when they mean well. Especially when the kid is optional. They make one phone call and blam, problem solved. I was gone to the next foster home."
Van scooted down on the rock so he could lay fully on his back and take back the blunt, smoking slowly. "I don't know why I'm telling you this." He exhaled with a sigh. "Fucking nice out here, though."