Issue #5: Pages 7 & 8

We no longer live together so I feel safe writing this out. It's not that I have bad feelings toward her. I miss her and her undefeatable - yet tender - personality. I just don't want to keep these things buried inside anymore. WILD HORSES The other day I took the schizophrenic out. His name is Derrick. He lives at a group home where I work. He wanted to buy binoculars and eat at a buffet. I drove Derrick to the mall and he bought the binoculars.