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was immune I went to the outdoor courtyard today the first time in i don’t know how many years i used to sit there, in the mornings drinking coffee, writing, reading and he would come up and sit there with me and draw it’s the first time i’ve been there since he turned on me i knew him and i knew he had the potential potential for being a monster i had heard the stories before stolen hundreds of thousands of dollars in merchandise been in a gang drove someone’s mercedes over a cliff but I thought I was immune to his violence I thought I could change him I thought he cleaned up his act I thought I could be safe alone with him a thief an addict a molester I knew him, but I thought I was immune and now I see all the places and they make me think of him and they make me cry Copyright Janet Kuypers. All rights reserved. No material may be reprinted without express permission.