'I was just looking for some peace of mind,'

That's life for you, right?

One minute you'rein your own world, happy for the first time in weeks, months, ever and the next you're being dragged across a hard as concrete ground with people screaming at ya.

I could've done without it, to tell ya the truth.

I know where I'm going, not sure if they think they're going crack me this time, but at least I'll have to put up with being 'here' for this one. Don't think I can get back in when there's so much noise.

The Vietnamese speak so beautifully, but when they shout they sound like, I dunno, roadkill if it were able to shout out it's last moments and tell the person responsible exactly how unhappy it was laying dead by the side of the road.

There's a difference when I'm in the 'shed' this time. There's some new guy. I don't listen to him, even when he speaks straight to me in English, and good English too. I know the score by now. Tell us everything blah, blah, pain, punishment etc. etc. I get it already!

You know what's really bugging me? I'm thinking about those guys' names. I had the chance to listen and drifted away from them and now I don't know who's looking after my home while I'm away, except Hannibal.

He seemed alright, I guess. Hard to say, I didn't give 'em long before I tuned out on them.

Bit rude I suppose, but never mind.

I guess they'll get over it.

'I just couldn't find a piece of mine.'

You know when all you want is peace and quiet why's there always other people around?

All I wanna do is lay here and die and I can't even do that.

Oh, I'm back in my humble cage now, back with my new buddies.

I wish these guys would just leave, you know, escape already! I'd rather be by myself.

Every time one of themlooks at me, they pity me and I hate it. Theyeven try and help clean up my wounds but I'm not letting anyone touch me.

My back's on fire after they whipped me because a beating on it's ownwasn't bad enough. 'How can we really teach this son of a bitch? He's already half dead, let's kick shit out of him and then whip him.' These guys are real tough. But it's kinda funny that they do all that when I have jack shit to tell 'em. I laugh a little.

Oh, the guests are looking at me a little funny, well, no one minded before if I laughed, ohyeah, they weren't in the same room as me, were they?

The young guy comes a little closer. I wait for him to say something. I look for the pity, but it doesn't come.

He just sits by me. Kinda weird, but I'll leave it, well, was gonna but he lowers himself to me, I'm laid down you see, and starts to speak to me. Can't really take in what he's saying. He's not asking me things, he's telling me stuff.

Random stuff. Anything that comes to his head. Trying to help me, get my mind off what's happening round here.

That's nice. I like these guys. I wish I could take back what I said earlier about not wanting them here. Oh, guess I didn't say it, right, so it doesn't really matter then. Good.