The Amish man adopts Timothy as one of his own, and attempts to raise him to be a good, healthy Amish boy. The ways of the Amish were to strict for Timothy, who was now five and dreamed of becoming a rock star when he growed up. He informed his adoptive parents about his plan.

“Tis a sinful and dangerous lifestyle for you, my child, I’m afraid we’ll have to work this stage out of you.” Mary, his “mom” said.
That day he worked from dawn to dusk, without food and water, covering the barn with seven coats of paint. The next morning the Amish man (Matthew) informed him that his painting is mediocre and must be practiced, so he had to paint it again. Matthew sent him outside and went off to do whatever Amish people do.
“Skip this” Timothy mumbled and dropped the paint after they were out of eyeshot. He snuck into Matthew and Mary’s room and grabbed a handful of cash they hid in their sock drawer to spend on nights out clubbing and whatnot. He then used Matthews hidden cell phone and called a taxi, packed his bag of the few belongings he had, and waited for the taxi.

When the taxi pulled up Timothy dived into the back, pressed the handful of cash into the driver’s hand.
“Take me to the farthest city this money can cover!” he exclaimed.
The driver turned around and peered at him, his stained teeth yellow against black gums.
“Ow old are you, sonny?” He asked.
Timothy sat up straight and answered “Erm, uh... thirty, I’m a midget.”
The driver stared at him for a little bit longer, shrugged and drove off.

After driving for about ten minutes, Timothy gathered the courage to speak to the intimidating driver.
“What city are we going to?” he asked.
The driver turned around, swerving the car and nearly hit a mailbox, then answered “Kalamazoo”.
Timothy gasped and asked “Is there REALLY a Kalamazoo?”
The driver turned around again, narrowly missing an old lady rollerblading, and pointed at his shirt.
“Would a T-Shirt lie?” He asked.
Sure enough, it said “Yes There really is a Kalamazoo ”

Five hours later the driver abruptly stopped.
“That’s as far as your money can take ya.” He informed Timothy, pushed him out of the car, and drove away.
Timothy watched the speeding cab drive away into the distance, picked up his bag and began walking.