I’m sure Rags is still drifting and dreaming, still reaching for that tarnished brass ring of fancy prep society. I’m sure she’s also practicing her hobo ways, still sewing shoes out of corn husks, still making banjos out of leather and bone. Maybe she’s back together with Soots, or maybe she’s met someone else, a young lad from a noble hobo family. Maybe Applejacks Turner, of the dumpster Turners. Maybe Widdlin’ Pete, who shines shoes down by the canneries. Who knows. She’s got a whole big hobo future ahead of her. I just wish she’d realize that.
GOD I LOVE LIFE SOMETIMES.
-Blanche
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The sweetest moment of any Wednesday — when the NYC Prep recap goes up on Gawker. Richard Lawson, you are a problematic figure. But God damn if I don’t love Rags and her hobo songs.
-Gloria
