Six

This is ridiculous. I was only passing by. No one else saw the whole thing. I didn’t actually do anything. I only have one arm for fucks sake. How am I supposed to mug anyone with one arm? The guy that really did it got away. I’ve seen him around town, but I don’t know his name. He was at the Casa de Waffles when they were handing out free stuff. UGH. It went like this:

I had to clear my head for a bit. Our house was crazy. It’s been weird cuz everyone has been definitely noticed my lack of arm but no one will acknowledge it. I’ve almost gotten used to getting by with one arm, but no one else can see past it. But that’s beside the point. Anyway. I went for a walk. Too lazy to run. Not lazy enough to just sit or sleep. It was almost dark. I probably should have just turned around and gone home so all this could have been avoided. But I didn’t. Coulda, woulda, shoulda. I walked down Brownstone over by the elementary school. I saw someone getting mugged. I honestly didn’t care. It kinda seems to happen a lot in this town. I just kept walking. Someone else must’ve seen it all go down and call the cops cuz while I was walking turning around and headed back home, the next thing I knew they were swarming. I just wanted to get home and by that time there was a crowd so I just kinda started pushing people with my nub. Turns out, I was the only one the cops actually saw on the scene so they asked me a bunch of questions and the next thing I know they were taking me away. Whoever got mugged probably said I did it. Asshole! Why else would they take me? Maybe it’s all a huge conspiracy to ruin my life. Probably. Ever since I got in that car accident my life has been off. This is just another story to tell my kids I guess. Hey son, don’t fuck with cops because they’re complete morons. And they completely abuse their power. Whatever. I am so tired. And sore. All over. I just want to burrow under my covers and sleep forever. But I think I probably have to go to court. Don’t know when. Don’t know where. Dad will figure it out.

I think the worst thing about all this is Edith. Coming home and seeing her made me feel awful. She knows I didn’t do anything. At least I hope she does. But I feel like she’s been a tad neglected the past couple months. With everything going on, it’s easy to forget about her. I’m guilty of it too. But she’s been a trooper. Maybe I’ll try taking her out to breakfast again. one I get out of this stupid situation.