"Hello, Stuart."
"You know, admitting I’ve had lots to drink now, but I can’t help reflect about my brother and my brother’s friend. And they didn’t believe me, they didn't care, the abuse. Being asked to do things that I wouldn’t have thought possible that anyone could ask of an eleven-year-old. I'm just head buttin’ and head buttin’ and head buttin’ and head buttin’. The more you speak, the more they disbelieve, and nobody was listening to anything I had to say. When I have my drink inside me, I sit here having mad conversations with myself, talking about mutilating myself, killing myself, tracking down those who are responsible. I want to just lay down and die. I feel so dirty. Fucking horrible. Hatin’ and attackin’ anyone I get close to. I just wish once there could be an escape from this madness."
