book the abcs of autism

When I was 13, I did not have any friends. Autistic people drive other people crazy so not many people want to hang around them. And I am slightly autistic, (Asperger) thus not many people wanted to hang around me. One day I was walking up and down the street. Autistic people like to walk up and down the street; it calms our nerves. I looked down and found a dog chain. It became my friend. Every day I swung it around and my imagination became stimulated. I thought of a weapon for every letter of the alphabet. Autistic people like to think about violence but in reality we are the most harmless people in the world. But through the years my imagination and deep thoughts of the meaning of life meshed. I always thought about the meaning of life because someday I wanted to fit in. It becomes very lonely when you cannot. I evolved each weapon into a part of the persons life and when you read the book you will find out the rest.