People scared of me, but I no want them to be. Not my fault, I dead. Well I WAS dead, now I “alive.” Language hard, brain groggy. Approach old friends, they run away. New friends also tough, but animals like me. Dogs and coyotes mainly. Miss food but no longer hunger pains. Miss beer. Hate screams when people see me, must silence them. Met two kids on swing at playground, mother and father attack me. I silence them, maybe too hard. Maybe did wrong. Boy and girl cry. Hate to make people cry. Want to change but don't know how.