long, sad story time
There's a woman who lives in our village, I'm not sure she's a tramp exactly but the rumours have her bouncing from one halfway house to the next.
As a younger woman she was quite the looker, a model, married with kids, good house etc. Unfortunately her husband had a problem with drink. The problem of course being that when he got pissed up he would come home and abuse the living shit out of her. Stories abound of the torture she had to put up with and it took its toll on her health but she stuck by him for love.

Until the time he locked her under the stairs and left her there for a week. She was only rescued when the neighbours wondered why the kids were going mental. He was arrested, they thankfully divorced but she was never the same. Her already fragile mind just snapped and she developed what can best be described as a serious multiple personality disorder. She lost the kids and house and began to turn up around the place over the years getting more and more dishevelled and more and more crazy.

Her day is spent walking the four miles into town and hanging around at the bus station, swearing to herself and shouting out the most random things at the top of her voice. Her favourite seems to be "RABBITS!" or possibly "RABBIS" I'm not sure but every person who passes by her is treated to a conspiratorial "YEAH HAHA! DON'T I JUST KNOW IT."

I was talking about to her a work colleague many years ago and he admitted she sounded familiar, I asked him to take a walk into town that lunchtime and have a look for himself. He reported back with much disgust that he passed by her as she was "sitting on the town hall steps, shit smeared tights around her ankles, literally pissing into the air."

I find it so sad how people can fall so far, sometimes through no fault of their own... but to my shame, I also laugh, I guess I'm a horrible human being.
(Suddenly, zebras Safe and sound for eternity, Sun 5 Jul 2009, 15:56, Reply)