Deleted Scenes - More Strangeness

This is an old blog post from last summer that I never got around to publishing. I publish posts like these with the tag 'Deleted Scenes' [don't ask me why...I don't know]. Point is that it helps you understand what my home is like and why it is so hard to be where we are right now.

Telling the truth about the Colony proved difficult for me in the past. I saw it painted on the side of someone’s boat and it stuck with me – “What should I care if they single me out for sneers and laughter? I never truckled, I never lied. I told the truth”. I stared at it for a while, trying to figure out what ‘truckled’ meant and said without realizing it, “I wonder where it’s from.” Not loud, really – just under my breath.

Out of nowhere, a voice shouted “Frank Norris”. I turned in surprise but the nearby docks were deserted and I never did figure out who was close enough to hear me and cared enough to shout an answer back. Thinking about it now, it gives me the creeps…who was that guy?