When I saw that guy on the sidewalk I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t! He looked greasy and pretty dead. I wanted to touch it. The hole in his head. I think it would’ve felt squishy. Now I’ll never know. I just ran away. I blocked it out of my head. But now I remember cuz I was thinking about mom. Y’know, she disappeared just before that. One day I woke up and she was just gone. I was wandering on the streets looking for help when I saw him. Some bad people wanted to talk to me. I didn’t let them put their hands on me. It lasted a good while. I had some friends. Street urchin, or something like that. I don’t think I taste very good, though.

Well, I guess someone wanted a fresh-caught meal.

Anyway, that guy turned out to be my dad. Not my real dad, but a better dad. One of the two. Don’t tell him I saw him. I think he’ll get self conscious. He still wears bandages over it sometimes. Tell him he looks pretty! He hasn’t talked to a lot of people other than me and