The first entry in a battered notebook, written in the laborious hand and awkward wording of a ten year old who, up until a few months ago, was essentially illiterate.

July 16, 2014

There isn't nobody much I can talk to now about stuff that's privvit privet secret so I'm going to start riting writing things down instead. I wish daddy was here because I could tell him stuff like this but momma takes stuff all wrong sometime. I am reading a book about gangsters. Not the ones like now like momma and tia and those people but old ones when they weren't allowed to drink no beer or nothing. One of them's called Scarface which is cool. They acted real different than Rejects or Reapers or Queens and people were still scared of them and then there were people who robbed banks and people liked them and thought the cops were wrong!!!! It wasn't like now. Maybe I can be one of those gangsters and people will be afraid of me and then they'll like me too cause I'm not a cop.