DAY 5
I slept like I was rolling in a barrel of bricks. The managers bed had a stack of porno mags on each corner to add leverage I guess. It was not enough if you ask me. I spent another few hours prying the nails out of my room using everything I could find. After half of them were taken out I began to hear crying. It sounded like a little girls sobbing and it came from my room! I shoulder rammed it with more strength that I had.
There was a girl in the room and she sat in my bed with the old womans bible in her hands. She sat clutching it on top of my bed. I called out to her for about four times before approaching her slowly. She was a simple girl wearing a catholic school uniform, compltete with stockings and shiny black loafers. As she looked up to me she backed away in terror and began flailing her hands at me in sign language.
She was obviously deaf. I noticed this as she began signing to me the word, "Nails, Nails, Nails...."
I spent all day trying to get anything more out of her with no avail. She eventually fell asleep, still clutching the bible, at which she refused to let go of.
I think I should get sleep too.
Evil Cabeza · Fri Sep 02, 2005 @ 05:05am · 3 Comments |