It's been almost 4 years sense I've passed away...My mother doesn't know I've been secretly living as a taxaderm figure on the couch of my sick neighbor... Or that I'm consicous...Sometimes he touches me. I pretend not to feel it.. but I do and it feels good. his grandson once threw a ball at me, it knocked me over .. and split the threading that holds my knee caps together. I wanted to tell him that I was in need of more cotton in a certain area. But I'm sure he'll get angry and not let me watch The Simpsons. Sometimes he cries and it soaks into the seams. It makes me funky inside.