She's the life of the party.
She plays the poor Asian.
Every day she's got visitors.
I once told my landlady that Rosa is very lonely.
'She has visitors every day,' said Trang, my Vietnamese landlord.
It's true too.
Rosa is a user.
She plays poor when she isn't.
She fueled my psychosis.
She fueled my racism.
I only spoke to entertain an imbecilic.
I had no idea that her brother was recording our conversation, both on the phone and via the CC TV footage.
She is blackmailing me now.
'Give me 20 grand now, or I'll tell the police that you want to kill the niggars.'
Said in the heat of the moment, I said, adding, 'and I'll tell the pigs that too.'
Rosa needed to put out of her misery.
She was a wild animal.
No one knew who she was.
But when you started talking about her family, she'd sold you.
That's none of your business.'
For an old lady, she had a loud voice.
'How rude.'
It wouldn't be long before she was yelling out, 'help me, he's raping me.'
And throwing faeces at me.
I had to lay low.
She had nothing to lose by baiting me.
I had everything to lose.
Rosa was a homeowner and loved begging off people like me who was out of work.
Sad fucking days, I thought, as I headed out to the airport in the hope of catching a flight out of the madness.
