More On My Case.

But you know I never wanted much starting September 1989. Just a walk in the park when I felt down. Or to buy football cards at that mall in Dearborn so I could ogle the hot men. Or to have some unique dish at that local German restaurant. Because the food there was gourmet, but affordable (and I always wanted to try the Beef Wellington there, but never got the chance). And that's what made that place so special to me. But the owner talked loud enough for me to overhear, saying she didn't want me there. Because I looked like a dangerous mental patient to her or she knew who I was somehow. But those things would have meant so much to me. And now the chance to redo that time in my life is forever gone. Except now I can, and I think I must, hold all the people responsible for all these years of abuse and threats responsible.

So be it then.