Note to self: don't drive while upset

Walking down the sidewalk, i start to notice people are not as sly as they want to seem. they speak about me, because i am different, they are  afraid of me, without reason. what lead people to fear that which they do not understand? i know i am not that much of a monster on the outside, even on my bad days.
i drove a van into a wall on saturday. just a little bruised.
trying to write an Alice in Wonderland spin off, but i can't seem to make the Hatter. ........also writing about Satan's son again. he has so many in my stories. this one seems half angel though.