the letter e

when i was 13 and hated my self, my life, my social studies teacher, i chucked my textbook in the river. then i smoked 3 cigarettes and threw up.  i don’t know why.  it was June and the sudden heat was stifling.  the river was high, swirling and full of dead wood.  i thought i was feeling rebellious.

why do people throw things in the river?