Why I Quit High School

I didn’t quit, I just didn’t go much. To high school. I was in a special program where I was literally let loose. Do I Say: I have Asperger’s. Or do I say, I am Asperger’s. All my voices are Asperger’s, too. It’s all so I can control them and tell them to shut the fuck up. All my friends tell me that I am Crazy. I am quite aware of it. I can look normal in short bursts. But I learn by looking at a thing. Public school in a Rust Bucket town was far from safe. The military wanted us pretty badly. Especially back then. There we were in our uniforms and ties. Designed to remove individuality. I started a walk out from schools. Plural. When imbued with power I back off in horror. Why did I do that. The bullying from the leather boys was Sings My Spill At Once. This ceased when I started riding my motorcycle to school and parked it by the sign that said, Bikes. I don’t think they meant my kind of bike, but there it was. It spead that I concealed a hunting knife.

It is what I do. I am afraid. I get that in A Delicate Balance, Ed has his characters come over to the house of his other characters, and they move in. I do miss Miss Taylor in it. She could have been the Bad Daughter Starring Elizabeth Taylor. Where do you put this woman. Where do you put the family. What do do with Claire. I have never seen such a small group of Misfits Minus Marilyn. Where were all these people educated.

By nuns. In a very strict school. Where uniforms and ties were hits. This all sounds very gay. It’s yesterday when school was prison. First day of school. Are you talking to, me. Are you talking to, me.