Chapter 2

Chapter Two My names Ann. I can't say I'm normal, or normal in your sense of the word, Im lost in between this world and that, or rather, have just become a wandering, hopeless woman who has multiple friends, they follow me, talk to me about things, like the color of that woman's hair, or the way that dude wears his pants, low as if shit has piled there, they speak in speedily spat words, that become jumbled conversations, as if all your friends are trying to explain themselves at one time, yeah that's what it sounds like in my head at all times. S ilence would be nice, just for a moment. But they yell at me when I ask them to be quiet, they tell me they're in control here, echo who the fuck am I to tell them to shut up, so I stay out of it, if they ask me to do something I do it, like the other day when they asked me to take a small bottle of bourbon from the shelf, put it in my waistband with the gum, the pack of sour patch kids, and a bottle of SO Be (I love that shit, I practically live off it) I did, and I walked out quickly only to be stopped at the door, "Miss, store secuity, can I search you please, we believe..." Yeah fuck you guys I said, and they thought I meant them, but really I meant them, you know in my head, and they arrested me, sent me to jail where I got a warm dinner with bread, milk, and some sloppy Joe shit that tasted absolutely foul. I got out yesterday found this old pad of paper and a quiet tree in the park where the voices whisper and I can here the birds chirp chirp their songs to desert afternoon breezes...