I swear, if this man doesn’t take off his shoes I am going to have his ear too! HEY!! What is he doing in Grandma’s house? GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!!! You’re not allowed in here!! I didn’t invite you and I know Grandma didn’t invite you! My GODDAMN FUCKING NOSE ITCHES!

Who is that man talking to? Why can’t I see him?!? I never realized what color this floor really was until just now. It’s very gray.

“How the hell did this guy do this to himself?”, the dirty shoed officer said to his partner in a voice that was horrified at what he was a witness to.

C.C. laid in a pool of his own blood, vomit, urine and feces. Each of his limb were amputated. And by the looks of things he had done it himself over a period of time. His left leg had been found in his Grandmother’s bed, the right in his Mother’s. His left arm was under the dining room table where the rats and mice had made it into a feast. C.C.’s left ear was pressed between the pages of a Nazi propaganda magazine. The fingers on his right hand wound around an ice pick with a death grip and his eyes wide open, staring at the once gray marble tiled floor now mostly covered in dried blood which had drained from the final wound. The ice pick was up the nasal cavity in his brain.

Shit! I think I’m dead!

That man better take his shoes off!

I don’t want to sleep next to Grandma!!

That man seems to be bothered by how I look. Wait till he finds my ear collection!

I want to be buried by Daddy.

I always wanted to be an astronaut.