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01/22/12(Sun)22:39 No.33533754When I was a kid, I had a bad skin condition that caused chunks of dead skin to fall off constantly. We were poor and I couldn't see a doctor about it, so my mom would just help me pick up the skin and rub lotion on my back.
My mom was an alcoholic. My dad was a real dick. He slept around and did lots of drugs. He slipped acid into my mom's drinks at dinner when she wasn't looking. We'd watch her trip. It's pretty fucked up, but growing up, I thought this was all normal.
I had a dog that we kept outside in a large lot with a doghouse. She was really my only friend, as I wasn't allowed to go to other kid's houses and I definitely wouldn't bring any over to my house. She and I ran around our back yard for hours every day after I got home from school.
When I was about 13, my dad fucking hanged himself in our front yard. Some drug dealer was coming for money and he couldn't pay. My mom came home early from work, found him, and went inside and blew her brains out with a .357 she kept in the side table.
So, I come home from school to find both my parents dead.
My first thought is, well, I gotta feed the dog. See, I never fed or cleaned up after the dog; my dad always did all that. I just made sure she got exercise.
I go into the utility building out back and I open up the large garbage bin that had all our dog's food in it and what do I see? All my old collected skin. They fed my dog my skin.
So, I took my shirt off, went into the dog pen, and let my dog just eat the skin right off my body. She viciously attacked me, and all the while I was thinking about my dead parents. She started eating my face. She took out an eye and half my nose before the neighbors shot her. In the throes of death, she puked up my skin and a ton of blood. Blood everywhere. Dead dad, mom, dog. I loved that dog. Try to reattach severed eye. Pull it off my forehead. Head-on. Apply directly to the forehead. |
