Going Nowhere, Gladly

Sometimes I have a character appear.

Im sposed to keep a jurnal. FI ken rite 100 wrds, thal let me go out with thuther kids but I dont see no uther kids.  Jus ol pepl.  29.  Sgreen out ther tho.  I lik this pen 2.  Ma ear iches. Ma hair 2, cuz uv the stichs.  48.  Thers mor stichs on ma arm 2 from the axsident. 58.  I no yur gone to reed this so dont think Im gone tell you no secrits and you dont need to bothr teln me I cant spel nethr cuz I no all that. 91.  FI kood jus rmembr the rest.  Im dun. Dun.

Two years now I’ve kept this scrap of story.  That’s all there is, but I love it.  It makes my head take off in fifty different directions.