I will soon be posting tips for writing a memoir.
Not only are some technical issues involved, but there are some ethical and personal issues to be considered.
I was caged.
Then, I was driven.
Driven to Cherokee.
A hazy memory of riding caged in the back of a police car.
Two shadows in the front seat, the county sheriff and a female escort.
Patsy Cline’s “Crazy” buzzing from a tinny transistor radio.
Outside, the Iowa landscape bleak.
Cloudy and cold.
Condensation and frost riming the windows.
Piles of dirty snow dotting the countryside.
Destination: Cherokee’s other place, the outline on the hill.
Shifting, crossing my legs…
Please, can we stop?
Hot and steamy inside.
Shivering, my teeth rattling.
Please…I have to go!
Hear something, George?
Naw, nothin’ important.
Cargo has no voice.
Madness has no voice.
Listen, crazy girl…
Two voices: We have come to take you away, ha, ha…
“I’m crazy, crazy…”
Fragments, crazy-quilt impressions, acid flashbacks…
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