Pass’n Through

No memory, but I’m told Mama was passing through Montgomery when she introduced me to this scene. She died giving birth to me. In fucking Montgomery. I still get angry thinking about her abandoning me. I know it’s not her fault but I hate her for it nevertheless.

Think about it. You begin alone. Abandoned. No Mama. Nobody. How to cope? Where’s hope?

Oh! You still don’t get?

Well, If I had the time I’d explain it to you. Maybe you’d get it. Most likely not, though.

But I don’t have the time. I’m just passing through.