Denise She was comforting at first. I sat down on my bed to go over all the papers they gave me. I might have been crying, but I told her my name and she introduced herself has Denise. "Dont worry about this place." she said. "you'll be okay, we'll all be okay." When I got a good look at her I couldnt help but notice her manliness and lack of grooming. A black woman in her 30's, she looked hard like she had been in prison. She seemed nice enough, and I assumed she had drug or alchohol problems, judging by her appearance. We both took a nap. "Do you know what time it is?" said Denise. "No, there's not a clock in here." "There's one outside!" she said with a tone. "I'm resting right now, I dont feel like getting up." With a snap of her head, she went off on a horrible rampage of words. " Don't get no fuckin' attitude wit' me you muthafuckin white bitch. I aint need no attitude you hear?" She put fear in me. I got up, looked outside, told her it was 3:30, and got out of there. I requested a different room, I didnt feel comfortable sleeping in a room with a woman who seemed she would have no problem putting even more fear in me. I should have known better, I wasnt exactly at the Holiday Inn. As the days went by I realized she was angry all the time. She never acted out physically, but she always had something to say. I got used to it, just like I got used to everything else at that place. Denise made me stronger. I shook her hand before I left her. | 
