Things like that do not truly happen to people like me, do they?I passed out in the dumpster, dreaming about mother walking up to me and telling me what a good person I was and how she’s the most despicable human being the world has ever seen. I rubbed it, hoping something would happen like a magical figure jumping out, taking off my clothes, and flying me away to a city in the sky where I could be my true self. But it didn’t matter: while the smell offended me, the need to be alone with my thoughts numbed the stench.I found an old lamp that looked much like a genie’s lamp. It smelled like steaming urine and molded Frankenstein chicken. That happened to be behind a fast food joint’s dumpster. I ran out, ran past my future wife, and proceeded to head to a place where I could be alone. I was so frustrated I started crying there in the aisle. I am a male feminist! I am a white knight! I have to be true to myself!The less than satisfactory person that is my mother left me to rot in the supermarket.
The nerve of that.no, no I cannot stoop to that level and call her those words.
Let me just say that after scolding her in the supermarket for not buying a certain brand of cocoa powder and throwing the box in her face in front of the entire store, she proceeded to storm out, go home, and leave me there.
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Tube Galore aka Galore Tube! Just when I think mother cannot sink any lower, she does something that is so appalling I don’t even know how to talk about it.
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