What Kind of Drugs Is She On?

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The year is nineteen eighty... something.  I'm not sure but probably 1980, exactly.  We were still living in Pollock Pines and there were killers in the neighborhood... animal killers.  People's pets were turning up dead.  It was probably kids but still I was tired of it.

I had decided the time had come to do something about this.  Yes, little passive me.  I was at a girlfriend's house and it was probably with encouragement from her.  Either way, we called for a police officer making sure they knew it wasn't an emergency.

He arrived and Pam [wow, I couldn't come up with her name while I was writing the paragraph above!] asked him in.  We were in the kitchen and I began to tell my story.  He was very professional... taking notes as I talked in his little spiral notebook. Then halfway through, he folded it and put it away.  He continued to listen but no longer took notes.  I was puzzled.

Pam knew him and walked him out. They talked a while and then she came back in, laughing!  I was like, what?  Why'd he stop listening to me?  What's going on?  Tell me!

She then told me their conversation.  She said they no sooner got outside and he asked, "What kind of drugs is she on"?  She answered, only those that were prescribed, why?  Both she and I were so used to it, we no longer noticed but he did and it drove him crazy!  He said there was like a one word pause between every word I said.  It was so bad, he thought he was in a time warp...

A   S L O W   time warp.   LOL...

On a side note, the animal abuse did eventually stop whether it was from being caught or not, I don't know.



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Andrew Lloyd Webber and T.S. Eliot.  I felt this song was a perfect selection
for this site because of the affiliation I feel with Grizabella.  Although for her,
it was age and not health issues that changed her, neither of us are who we
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