Spinning Webs

"So how do ya go about this, eh? You're wantin' some kinda story. I got stories out the ass but what kind should I tell ya? I'm supposed to tell you about me and you tell me what's wrong with me. That it?"

"No Clay, that's not it. Think of me as just someone to talk to."

"Ah, and then ya ask 'how does that make you feel'? Hahaha yeah, alright. I'll go with it."

"Good, now tell me about yourself."

"What do ya wanna know?"

"Well, tell me how you see yourself. What kind of person you are, what kind of friends you have. We'll start there. "

"Ya know, it's hard not tell ya about who I was. A body can get so used to a description, but then one it just doesn't fit."

"Yes, I suppose that is true." 

"Yeah and as far as my friends, well everybody knows old Clay haha, friends come and go."

"Alright, so would you say you're popular?"

"Eh, more like infamous. Yeah that's it. You know what that means, Doc?"

"Yes, I know what that means Clay.... Clay, why would you say you're hear?"

"C'mon you know why I'm here."

"That's not what I asked."

"I'm here because I scared poor old Ma' and they think I need to be here."

"Okay, now how about you give me the real answer."

"You want some back story, eh?"

"Yes that's what i asked for you to tell me. Clay, you don't have to hold hostility towards me. I don't know you and I don't know why you're here. And you're sitting there hating this because you feel above this and like you don't need to be here. You're looking at this the wrong way, don't see me as someone who thinks there's something wrong with you or thinks you need to be fixed. I am just a person to talk to. So tell me, what happened to make your parents worry about you?"

"Okay, I guess it'd just be easier to kinda' give you the whole story from the beginning."