I Told the Girl from the Mental Ward (Vermont)

…and she wrote it down in a long stringing run-on sentence without any punctuation (or specifics – date, location, model, etc.) in the header of page one of a twenty-one page handwritten diary consisting of 139 separate numerated allegations (140 if you include that) which are all about me; this diary being a part of court-ordered anger management class as a term to the diversion agreement lessening the felony assault charge against her to plead no-contest to the additional misdemeanor.
My official response to that being filed in another court and served on me by a premier defense attorney; was a contempt motion requesting immediate jail time. Hey, if you don’t ask questions you’re going to believe what ever you want.
I redacted the identifying information and sent it off to Found Magazine, where are you reading it from?
I went to school for this, and the old wench that bought the plane tickets and paid for the attorney, died back in june, okay? Sounded painful, what do want from me? None of those words matter, no where does it say – bring this to your mom’s house and have them work on it. State street: organized a frisbee game in the park, perfect.

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