AmyStrange & the Criminal
(Part 1: the Escape)
                              Copyright © 2019 by David P. Ayotte
THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR CHILDREN
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CHAPTER 1: WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 15th

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     “Even if you just babble incoher- 
ently, I don’t care. I just want to    
read something you wrote,” were your   
exact  words,  but  that  was obviously
bullshit too.                          
     On my way home and with that in   
mind, I stopped and bought a big note- 
book and some pens. I started writing  
that night, and by our next session, it
was almost full.                       
     “What the fuck is this shit?” you 
said, after reading the first para-    
graph, and then tossed it back at me.  
“This is gibberish, masquerading as... 
Shit, Crim, did you just open a dictio-
nary and randomly write words down?”   
     I reread it, and damn, you were   
right. I always thought my writing was 
ok, but this was crap, and double damn,
that really was hard to admit, Doc.    
     “I think you need to take some    
writing classes,” you said, “and while 
you’re at it, you might as well take   
some on computers and psychology.”     
     “Do I also have to take a butt-   
fucking course?”                       
     “No... just take calculus. That’ll
be enough.”                            
     Ha, ha, I made that last part up, 
Doc, but taking classes did sound like 
a good idea, except there was no way I 
was doing calculus. Sorry, Doc.        
     The psychology classes were inter-
esting, though, and I ended up taking  
more than just a couple of those. They 
helped explain a lot of things about   
the subconscious and how genetics      
played a sneaky part in all of it.     
     One of my teachers even mentioned 
you a couple times, like you guys were 
talking about me, but you wouldn't give
me any of the details.                 
     "Not yet, anyway," you explained. 
"I want to read your Journal first."   
     I just hope, that when you do, I m
still your patient.                    
     Anyway, besides Psych 101, I took 
a couple writing classes, a computer   
class, and also one on typing. They    
helped a lot, especially the computer  
one, but then, I ran across a whole    
different kind of a problem.           
     I don t know why, but typing some-
thing down into a computer seemed so,  
so... permanent, like everyone would be
reading and criticizing every single   
word I used, forever and ever.         
     All that just overwhelmed the fuck
out of me, and I couldn t figure out   
the right first word. I finally decided
that,  Today, I,  was kind of ok, but  
then all I did after that was ramble on
and on about stupid shit.              



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