I saw a kidney once. It was large and fat. It was being prepared in a pot by a low life woman who did not know herself, if it was human or animal. The authorities had said that it was human. She was shocked and alarmed but amused. She was laughing about it, at me. Like I was the person being joked on and I was. The jokester who “gave” her the kidney had said that it was mine and that it would bring her fabulous wealth if she would eat it all up. Was it because she thought that I was ugly, which she did, or that I was a nuisance?
Her check increased from $600 to #1100 as if by magic, because of the kidney and she bought herself a car, used and bluefrom a salesperson at the junkyard. The woman at the junkyard had said that she, the kidney woman, was crazy, unimportant and easily misplaced. She was a soft, very sweet and kind woman with a very kind personality, I say again.
She could be everybody’s mother. I told her not to accept the kidney. Why was it given to her? What was it supposed to do for her? Did the man who gave it to her have a problem? Yes he did. He was insane, but he had a purpose in giving her the kidney, which was to cheer her up. She was a bit space and mild. Seemingly having been given some medicine to milden her mind. She was a fighter though.
She had a career she had been trained for. She wanted nothing else to do with me after the incident of cooking and eating the kidney. So it was a sad story. These minds of people are all she knows. What a sad life.
