[ SECRET POST #3297 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #3297 ⌋

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[(Anonymous)]

Let me tell you a story, OP. Hope it helps.

Once when I was a kid, maybe like four or five, my grandmother started to date this guy. James Lee was his name.

James Lee was dead set on being husband number six. My grandmother's previous husbands committed suicide, died of a stroke at the age of 30, ran off and left her, passed out drunk in the middle of the road and got run over by a woman on her way to get her wedding dress and ran off and left her in that order. My grandmother has a terrible track record, but I digress. My point is that James Lee wanted wanted to marry my grandmother and live an easy life sponging off her, spending her social security checks for her and drinking beer. James Lee was an asshole. I didn't know how to read yet, but I knew he was an asshole.

I was a tyke with a lot of health problems and my overly anxious, somewhat stifling parents rarely let me out of their sight. They also weren't fans of leaving me alone with my grandmother because I nearly overdosed on her sleeping pills. (She kept them in a plastic ziplock bag and when I asked her what they were, she said they were tic tacs because she thought if she told me they were pills, I'd want to take them. So me, being three and dumb apparently shoveled half of them down my stupid throat.)

But for whatever reason, the stars aligned just right and my parents allowed me to escape their clutches for a few hours to spend the night at my grandmothers. The only problem was that James Lee was going to be there.

It started off normally enough. We had manwiches for dinner with cream of corn and canned beans. Then James Lee and I watched Wrasslin'. I was young and too stupid to question why I liked watching two men grapple so much. He took out his pocket knife and showed it to me. I remember the blade was really small and it had a shiny handle that must have been mother of pearl or something. He made like he was going stab me with it and was disappointed when I didn't flinch or act scared. He spent the rest of the night trying to make me flinch and drinking beer. He let me have some beer, though. So I guess it wasn't too bad.

Bright and early the next morning, James Lee took me for a walk. Which would have been nice, but the "path" we took was just that. There was no actual sidewalk. Just a strip of grass on the side of a busy road with a trail from people walking there. Towards the end, we passed a squirrel that had been struck by a car. I remember looking down at it, its stomach had split and its eyes were still open. I had never seen roadkill up close before, so I remember being kind of repulsed and fascinated.

For whatever reason, James Lee decided I had to prove my manhood by touching it. He tried all kinds of bribery to coerce me into doing it. Money, a toy, new sneakers, candy, everything. Nothing doing. I dug my heels in. So finally, he grabbed my little hand and shoved it right up in there. Right up in its stomach cavity. It could just be my mind playing tricks on me, but I swear it was still warm.

Naturally, I screamed and cried like a bitch. James Lee laughed his ass off, called me a pussy/pansy/whatever else and took me home.

A couple of months later, we discovered that he also really liked taking my grandmother's sleeping pills. They broke up and that's the last I ever saw of him.

I didn't catch any diseases from the squirrel, but visiting my grandmother's apartment has never really been quite the same after that.

[(Anonymous)]

is this some sort of voitt/kompt shit?

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Voight-Kampff*

[(Anonymous)]

i stand corrected.
also am i replicant because i couldn't feel any empathy?

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replicants can feel empathy tho so maybe you're just a sociopath

[(Anonymous)]

COOL!
at last, i'm something.

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Okay I laughed.