Mr Crockett Monologue

The rain had just stopped pouring, and we had all gathered in a park nearby, as a makeshift memorial for Johnny. It wasn’t really a funeral, we didn’t have the budget for that, and it wasn’t like his parents cared enough to give him a proper goodbye.

Leaves crunched under my feet as I ran from the police officer. Out of the corner of my eye, I spied a set of rectangular eyes on a porch. I ran to the door and knocked. “Trick or treat!” A hand reached out and placed a handful of candy corn in my bag. Soon my brother caught up, light from the full moon reflected off his plastic badge. Reaching in my bag I found grabbed some interesting feeling triangular candies and popped them in my mouth. Tonight my candy corn addiction had started.

I gaze up at the golden moon. It is rare to see a night like this. Perhaps I should continue moving. It would be foolish for me to stop here.

If you grew up with white boys Who only look at black and Puerto Rican porno Cuz they want something that their dad don't got Then you know where you're at Mortaring your ear holes shut In a rush with wet coke In a Starbucks bathroom with the door closed On booze some left in residue and confused Like the first time you used soft water Down on my luck caught unaware Like Houdini when the last fist struck Sinking in laughing at something sunken in I am If I'm sinking in laughing at something sunken in I am

I could smell English Leather shaving lotion and stale tobacco, and I wondered foolishly if I would suffocate before they did anything.

On 05/14/17, I was dispatched to 2440 W. Madison in reference to an assault that occurred at the location.

The following text is best read in your head, or aloud, with the accent of an Italian Mob-Lord (Or the leader of the Italian Mafia. Or not, free country.)

Marcus creeps up, slowly dribbling the ball looking at me like I’m his prey. He shoots.

It’s been two months since the incident happened with Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones and I. It’ll be nice if I could find her and thank her for the life lesson she taught me on the night of the incident.

Dim light comes up on a the jail cell. Three women are sitting around the cell. Martha Corey is sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall looking down trodden. Rebecca nurse is sitting on the bed resting her back against the wall looking peaceful. While Elizabeth Proctor is standing, leaning against the wall looking out the window with almost no expression on her face.

Inspector Male, I just wanted to reach out and let you know the amazing efforts of Andrew Crowe and Greg MacArthur on Monday December 28th. Sorry for the long winded e-mail but I think it’s necessary.

Victor: It is the hardest thing I went through in my life. Every time I looked down to read, I only saw a jumble of letters. This reading thing made no sense to me. I tried and tried to read, but I would never get it. It was so horrible because I could never solve my reading problem. I found out that I had extreme dyslexia later in my

I thought one of the saddest things i had ever heard was when Coleman told me he doesn’t know if he feels anything but I think it maybe sadder that I’m losing faith in everything. It may not actually be any sadder but it is definitely hitting me harder than that did. I am so lonely in this world and I desperately need someone in my life that can help  me change that. Since I realized how officially done he and I were I’ve gotten super drunk four times and cried like a baby each time worse than the one before. I don’t even remember the last one and that’s not me. I hate not remembering and so fully embarrassing myself along side that I’ve pissed Dawn off and no one else even likes me well excuse me plenty of guys like me but you know what they

It was early Spring when I was called to Salem. I believed that I was merely treating a sick child. But as I spent more time in the dreaded town, I realized that I was gravely mistaken. Two months prior to today, I was standing in front of the gallows. The first woman was being hanged that day, she would not confess in dealing with the devil.

I am aware that we have not kept in touch ever since you walked out on me and Christopher two years ago. This is entirely your fault since the decision of leaving us was yours. Nevertheless, my choices were limited in terms of who to contact when it came to this subject and the choice fell on you.