  hm... maybe they were right.. I mean..I do wanna get free. Thats 364 tears girl. Was that her dad with a magic marker writing little angel on her head?
It was really late at night... and she was in one of her moods. She just kept bitching and bitching and bitching and bitching. I swear. It wouldn't have happened if she would have just shut the hell up. but she didn't. It got to be too much... so i reached out, and wrapped my hands around her throat. I just held her there, and as her face was turning red, and her fingers were turning blue....i thought i heard her say something... Later, at the funeral, Father Solanus Casey, stood at her head stone... and spoke of her, like a little angel.
God. If he only knew. Her Preist, standing up there, telling us all what a little angel she was. No. I went back to that grave later. Just to make sure. Just to make sure that she was dead. And all I heard were her devils, so i walked away satisfied. Chicago, 1997 
