Nothing in life is fair. Fair is a dirty word and I'll thank you not to use that language around me.

That's why I liked him, I think. Another guy pretending to be human, just like me.

Or was he saying, "Hi! Wanna play?" And I did. Of course I did.

It was clear to me that it wouldn't matter what I did - they would never truly appreciate me or learn what I had to offer. They were far beyond fickle - they were insensible, like kittens,predatory little things, distracted by the first bit of string or shiny bauble that rolled across the floor, and nothing I could ever say or do could possibly make any kind of dent in their willful ignorance.

It was always hard work to push through a crowed of reporters with the scent of blood in their nostrils. You might not think so, since on camera they appear to be brain-damaged wimps with severe eating disorders. But put them at a police barricade and a miraculous thing happens...The strength comes from some mysterious place-and somehow, when there is gore on the ground, these anorexic creatures can push their way through anything. Without mussing their hair, too.

I think that's nice, and if I could have feelings at all I would have them for Deb.

been there done that, bought the t-shirt" Chapter 2