I Still Cant Move!

Thank you for da notes and emails. It reminds me that the goodness in the world outpowers the bad. Like snow fallin on a burnin car. And speakin of bad, I am posting Troy's email for you to write nasty things to him. If you feel more comfortable you can post them as comments here. That be ok. I understand cuz if I were done asked to email someone I did not know, I would feel weird cuz what if they be crazy. And as evidenceded by the phone message I played for you on my previous podcast-- HE CRAZY! So, go ahead and send your hate mail to my comment box ladies and menses, and I will forward it anonomassly.

Ya'll, I met a very sweet man yesterday named Peter. He a burn victim in the bed next to me. Peter is completely seweded up into bandages, but he can still walk and talk and even showed me a new dance he maded up- the Scram. It be cute since he Italian, but kinda sad at the same time. Anyway he real nice. I never seen his face, but his voice sounds familiars to me- like Montel only sissier. He don't talk right cuz the fire mess up his mouth or somethin. He say he know how to use computers and that was his job before the accident. He won't tell me what happened, only sayin dat "Melissa will pay, Melissa will pay" and then changes the subject to computers. He been listenin to me and my stories about Troy. He say I should get revenge on him. I told him I was postin his email but he say I should go further. I told him that I once stab a guy in the elbow when he cheated on me. Not too deep, but just enough to know I mean bizness. I don't want to stab no one again- I can't run very fast no more. Actually I can't even move any part of my body no more.

Alright boo I gotta get my lunch here eaten. The tube is already in my neck and the lady waitin for me to sit back down so she can turn on the button. Wait, aint the tube suppose to go in my stomach. Well, I hope she know what she doin!

troyboy2321@yahoo.com