A day later, I walked through the streets of West Rumsfeld, following the directions that TW had given me that, according to him, would take me directly to the apartment of Jim ‘Techno’ Albert. I rarely ever went to West Rumsfeld. I mostly hung out in East and South Rumsfeld, where my house and my school were, respectively. West Rumsfeld was known for being slightly higher class than the rest of the city, meaning you had to have a lot of money if you wanted to rent or live in one of the various apartments or houses that dotted the place. Dad had built a few houses out here, but he told me that most West Rumsfeldians were not very good people and that most of them were rich, stuck up jerks.
I’d asked TW, before I left the house, if Jim was also a rich stuck up jerk, but TW told me that Jim
