The story so far:
I have so much to say, so much to relay and I wish that I could actually speak what I have experienced but that’s okay, a good dash of Windex and a clean wiping and I am pleased with life in this room of oneness. The door opens for the first time tonight and a lady quite tall walks into the room. She puts down a little pouch not a purse but a small pouch that had eyeliner and lipstick and powder in it. But it had something else in it, a substance in a small brown bottle that she scooped out and put up her nose, and all of a sudden her head flung back and she put her fingers to her nose and applied pressure, and when she let her nose go her eyes seemed to go to the back of her head.
She put everything back into the pouch, looked back quickly as two other women came into the room. As she left they turned to each other and said in unison, that was a man! Then they laughed as they went to separate stalls.
They finally left and a young lady came in that looked to be too young to be in this establishment. She powdered her face put on fresh lipstick, and began talking to herself. She said I'll show them all I can make it on my own, I don’t need nobody, I hope they don’t think I'm going to call, cause I'm not! I don’t care if I ever see them again. She caught a tear before it fell down her cheek and quickly wiped it away.
Someone knocked at the door and half opened it. It was a man over twice her age saying are you alright baby girl? She said yes I’ll be right there, He said I'm gona stand right out here till you get through baby, Take ya time. HE closed the door and she went into the stall, did her business and left.
The next Woman that came in frightened me because she was quite hard on me. She walked up to me and hit me hard very hard. I knew she was hitting herself but the image was so frightening. She hated herself for some reason, she called herself a whore and a bitch, and she said that she was tired of living. I got the impression that she was a tripping, a dual personality and a addict which is the worse you can be, and I felt so sorry for her but all I could do was face her.
By nights end I had saw two lesbians getting it on in a stall, two drunk ladies in a fight that had to be broke up by two other women, Two other ladies who weren't ladies at all, a lady who threw up all the way to a stall and passed out sitting on the toilet with her panties down to the floor, and the old cleanup man who puts on a one man show just for me every night... What’s next?