I believe I was stuck down here in the recesses of Leon’s subconscious because of the lack of oxygen we experienced at birth. I see and feel what Leon does, but I have no say or control over whatever he does. Leon is not aware I am part of his psyche. My circumstance is somewhat comparable to that of a stroke victim or person in a coma, they can hear and feel everything around them, but they can’t respond and are totally helpless Leon and I tend to see things differently. Up is down, black is white, right is wrong; everything has always been backwards with us. This is why to keep my sanity I decided to call myself Noel. It’s been a long and frustrating thirty years of never being able to relate to the outside world what I think and who I think we are or should be. There is a single process whereby Leon and I have acquired two distinct personal identities; it is how we were singularly exposed to the norms, values, behavior, and social skills growing up, but the end result was we were …show more content…
Now we should be relieved, but Leon is mad that we missed a chance to fracture a skull, break an arm or bounce one of them off the sidewalk and into a dumpster. Another long and boring night at The Club Raquel comes to an end. We always park far away so smart guys exiting their car won't scratch our beloved black Nissan Maxima. But before we can climb into our shiny ride with the tinted windows, An unrecognizable voice says, “Walk straight ahead and get behind the dumpster.” Behind the dumpster there are two guys waiting for us. Leon’s always had a bad case of jungle fever and now we might have to pay for that. The other dumpster dude was some short Asian guy. The three of them start to beat us up. It is 9am when we awake in the Emergency Room. The nurse says the cops want to talk to us. As usual we dummy up. Leon is already calculating revenge on his own. This is my life no excuse me this is our