`` i 'm always glad to get out of that stinking place , '' he declared . i tapped my fingers against the arms of the chair . we kept walking , and something cold and wet dripped on my neck . if you have to get out of here , ill come with you . turned on the small radio on the table next to him . he stubbed out a half-smoked cigarette . things were n't easy or perfect , and the future seemed shaky at times , but life was n't wrapped up in neat little bows . 