Re: Joey / Iris
No, the detectives. They come and ask questions. And then they leave and think of more questions and come back to ask those. One is always nice and one is always mean, and I think they think I don't realize what they're doing. One says they want to help me. The other says that I'll always look like this or worse if I go back to prison, until someone kills me like they killed him. And I don't always understand how people don't realize that I can have good days and bad days with certain things, but I'm not stupid. Though I suppose there are plenty of people that could argue that as well. But I wasn't part of the things he did. I had thought he stopped. I hoped. I stayed there, he took care of me. There was never a time when he told me about things he may have been doing. He had promised me once that he was done. If I stayed with him. I had hoped that had held. [The ramble finally dies for the moment.]