Don’t you just love being the center of attention every time you come into view? Everywhere we go, people have to stop and stare at us. They look at us as if we’re creatures from outer space. And then they all begin talking to each other about us as if we’re not there. The other day I went into a store and I heard a woman say, “Is that her? What is she doing in here?” Where the hell is it that I’m supposed to go if not into a store to buy something? Did she mean I’m not suppose to show my face? Am I suppose to stay out of sight? Hide like a coward? No, not me. I will show my face and go wherever I want. No one is going to force me to stay where they want me to stay.
I sometimes wonder where God
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