If I'm not normal, then y'all aren't NORMAL!!!!

 Motherfucking Palakala, he said my dad called us back to the convenience store. Why doesn't he eat a bowl of diarrhea with a fork with that lying mouth of his?

 "How do I say this, Craycray?" That lying mouth was farting liquid poo again. "You see, children before they turn eighteen don't need to be normal."

 "...Oho oho?" I didn't expect such words, though.

 "You have to let them experience the world before adults fill their heads with information on how to be normal. Who knows? Some of them might wish to be…not normal," Palakala spoke so reasonable words, but why was he stiff like a dildo? "I can only say bullshit to calm Craycray down."

 "Pollen wants to learn from me, though."

 "She's alrea... Wait! Ezra and Dumdum said they were her classmates. Is she still in school!?"

 Pollen hid so much from us. I thought we'd known each other ten inches in and out.

 I walked home and placed my hand on the hip.

 ...And realized that I left my key somewhere in the mess.

 …I took out my phone, and it was out of battery.

 ...I went to the property management, but it was closed.

 …I didn't know where Pollen or Palakala lived. Should I go to my sister's and dad's house?

Aya aya, I promised my dad that I would take care of my little sister as he stays in jail for fifteen years. Didn't know when, but I believed it was when I became a normal human being that my mind was like a clogged toilet.

 If I didn't drink with Palakala, the property management wouldn't be closed…

No, why was I regretting? My pocket still had quite some cash. Heh heh, it is normal, because stories are bad until shit happens anyway. If this isn't normal, then I don't know what is!

Well, let's play music in my head.

 Half a year ago.

 "I'm really sorry, Simon." Craycray's dad, Buddy, covered his head, sitting on the plastic stool in the storage room. "My daughter isn't normal, you see."

 "I can see that! She was forcing a lower schooler to buy beer instead of Sprite!!" Palakala crossed his arms, frowning and lowering his gaze on his boss.

 "Oh, it was that?" However, Buddy looked up with the same large eyes as his daughter. "I thought she insulted you or something."

 "Well, she didn't, but when I stopped her from harassing that kid, she did wrist manipulation on me!"

 "Right, dunno where she learned martial arts."

 Seeing Buddy vibing on his chair as if music was playing, rocking left and right, Palakalau couldn't understand the clarity in Buddy's eyes. The shop that this bizarre father-daughter duo operated surely couldn't fit sane people.

 "I want to resign."

 "Whaaaat? You've worked here for two days."

 "Sorry, but I don't—"

 "It's up to you, but I really like you." Buddy grabbed two cans of coke from the storage box and tossed one to Palakala. Palakala opened it, and the coke splashed onto his face. "Ah, sorry. I shouldn't have tossed it."

 "..."

 "You see, you were upset because of what my daughter was doing to that customer."

 "I was."

 "It's hard to find someone upright like you these days. You want to be an indie musician, right?"

 "Yes?"

 "I was a drummer in a band. We used to tour around the city's bars to live perform."

 Without further notice, Palakala stacked two sealed and filled boxes to sit on, hands on his lap like a humble junior.

 Like any other rock band, Buddy's band, 119, the lead singer tried to sing as bluesy as possible, the guitarist tried to prolong his solo, the bassist tried to exist, and the drummer—Buddy—tried to write lyrics that could question.

 "Question?"

 "Will you be a celebrity that satisfies the listeners…" They were the words from a senior who'd walked ten years ahead of Palakala. "Or be an artist that questions the listeners?"

 "I...don't get it. What do you mean by question?"

 "Ha! I thought so. Teenagers these days can't understand it." Buddy unhurriedly opened his cola before pointing all fingers at Palakala. "When I ask you a question, what do you do?"

 "Answer?"

 "And what do you do in between question and answer?"

 "Um… Think about the answer?"

 …

 It took Palakala no more than a second to realize what he said. He realized, thus, he reflected. The break ended. They walked out of the storage room, and indeed, Craycray was smoking the store's cigarette again.

 Palakala exhorted Craycray to at least smoke outdoors or in the storage room, but his effort couldn't match one "oi" from Buddy.

 The second day, in the storage room, Palakala learned how 119 disbanded, and how Buddy mistakenly killed his wife. He was sentenced to second-degree murder after one trial. He was released early for his good behavior.

 The third day, Craycray had a day off, so they continued their chat by the counter. Buddy's second child was taken care of by Craycray. No other family members accompanied them; they were supported invisibly elsewhere with money for the school application.

 Raising her sister, enduring the apathy from people around her, attempting to unsee the rumors online about her murderous father, these were pressures that she underwent. When Buddy was released, the first thing Craycray said to him was…

 "Take Cherry away with you. I'll live alone."

 "Why?" Palakala asked.

 "Craycray's lifestyle and way of thinking are really unhealthy," Buddy explained. "And she said being unhealthy is normal. I took her to the hospital, turns out that her unique body and organs could perfectly tolerate that much alcohol and cigarettes."

 "...I feel like the author is too lazy to articulate why Buddy allows his daughter to drink five bottles of vodka a day."

 "Hey, many staff resigned from the shop because of her, but I can't blame her because I caused all of these. I've been trying to change her for a year, and I absolutely can't. At least, I sort of understand her now."

 "Hm. As long as she is taking care of herself… But, won't she incur from her behaviors on others?"

 "I am afraid, too, but almost no one dares to do anything, no matter how they're provoked. Well, this isn't online after all. People are cowards in real life."

 That sounded like something Craycray would say, but Palakala learned that Buddy saw his own rumors on the internet, and he didn't like that one bit.

 "That's why I said a decent lad like you is hard to find these days."

 "...I'll stay." Palakala hated his overly sympathetic heart. "But let's try to turn her back to normal."

 "Noice! Well, she's quite normal when we chat about music."

 "She's interested in music, too?"

 "She's the daughter of a former musician, ey?"

 Present.

 Buddy was 119's lyricist, but he didn't participate in composing. In Palakala's belief, music should convey the artists' message without lyrics.

 Palakala had a drink with Craycray, but her mind was occupied. She seemed different after meeting Ezra today. Hence, after parting ways, Palakala called Pollen, who lived close to Craycray, to check on her.

 ...Heh heh, I used to be shy around people because everyone abhorred my sister and me when we were little. Later, I learned that being poorly treated was common sense. So, I stopped caring about the cold eyes and maintained the music playing in my head.

 That bass playing one-eighth root notes, the guitars playing in standard rhythm on both channels, and the lazy tone of the lead vocalist, they were playing in my head twenty-four-seven. Being normal ain't anything good, so I left my sister with my father. At least, the music in my head kept me sane.

 I danced. When the open hi-hat made that resonant, crisp sound, I tapped my foot. I danced my way to the convenience store. My dad had three convenience stores, but this wasn't one of them.

 Bottles of soju, cigarettes, and magazines. Seeing the girls in bikinis on the magazine's cover page, I decided to get rid of my virginity. Boys like girls with experience, so before I fuck Ezra, I must know everything on bed. I must sleep with at least 57.323 guys before his turn.

 Hahahahiahiahia, funny thing was that boys also like girls' virgin blood. To feel dominance over little girls but also to feel good with experienced girls, boys are normal creatures. They stay true to their desire.

 After a quiet intro, that snare woke the listeners. Now, the vibe began. I nodded my head and snapped my fingers as I drank a bottle of soju on the way to the park under my apartment. That was when the lyrics were sung.

 Intoxicated Lone Travelers~

 Aw, I haven't seen my little sister for so long.

 Intoxicated Lone Travelers~

 Pollen didn't get a response from knocking at Craycray's door or from her text. She wandered on the compound paths. Then, she heard a melody and a complaint from upstairs.

 "STOP SINGING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!!"

 She followed the melody, watching as more and more residents opened their windows. That was when she saw Craycray.

Craycray danced. She hopped and swayed under the streetlight, beside a bench with an empty bottle of soju and a filled bottle.

 "LIFE WASN'T LIKE THIS~" Craycray sang. "LIFE WASN'T LIKE THIS~WOAHH WUUAHH~"

 ...Pollen sighed amusedly. Craycray had no notice of her presence. She closed her eyes, repeating that phrase. She was also crying, repeating that phrase.

 "LIFE WASN'T LIKE THIS~"

 "Intoxicated Lone Travelers~" Pollen crooned.

 "Pollen!!"

 "Let's go to my place, and we can have a party there, alright?"

 "Sure. You have school tomorrow?"

 "Huh? You knew?"

 "Yep! If you do, then we must drink till morning!! You teachers were once drunk drivers anyways."

 My name is Craycray. I had a shit life, and that made a good story.