Role call my friends in the ward. For September 2013. That I Microsoft worded upon arrival home. To figure out who was who. Since had hunches. Since they were so funny. But both Jill and Cynthia were there. As patients without much contact with me. To begin the atoning process. But my roommate Joyce (black lady who’s still missing her uncle) was my brother. Who left me alone the whole time. No words exchanged. Just let me be. While she slept all the time too. But never in there when I was waking up or going to bed. Or ever during the day. Mikkel was black Michael. A guy with the only laptop. Not talking to anyone. And just pacing around. Including my last two nights. When I began white boarding how it went down. And him walking by me when I would head back to my room. Then I would go out 15 minutes later. Erase whatever I wrote. And then write more. Of how the ward visits happened. Since so crazy. And then Noah was a next door patient. Named Damion. Who was shorter than Noah. But much chubbier with same chisled face. So I figured out how that costume works too. Being taller is easier. Just a high heel deal. And the shorter ones are locking into more of a duck walk. When molding the costume. And Damion had a raspy voice. For me to figure out the easiest part. Of the voice box. So the chubbiness is to account for bended legs. And can do anything with a torso.
Posted on: Mon, 10 Mar 2014 01:07:35 +0000
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015