#asktask

“Again-- that I can remember? I’m pretty sure my fists have been flying since I was in the womb. Realistically? My mom. But the first one I remember was...one of the social workers. She was a bitch.”

“Ew. I don’t know. I guess there was this guy named Jack in second grade. He like, ate ants and I thought that was just like, the raddest thing, I guess. I think I accidentally kicked him in the balls.”

“Fuck, I don’t know. I was probably like, eleven? Twelve? It was at school. Behind a fucking dumpster. Where that memory belongs, I guess. I think his name was...Devon. Yeah. Weird experience. Never really talked to him again.”

“I don’t-- I mean, I guess I remember, but I don’t know if they were the first. Just the first for as far back as my memory goes, right? Uh, but, like, it was this girl. In the orphanage. She was such a...I don’t know. A snitch, I guess. She’d wail about anything anyone did to her, even if it was an accident. She was the favorite at first, but it got to a point where they didn’t want to deal with her anymore. So that was cool. But, uh, before that...I don’t know. I did something to her-- can’t remember what, exactly. I did a lot of shit back then, I guess. Probably like, accidentally hit her, or something. But she got me in big shit because of it. And she did it all the time. Which only made me more mad, and made me want to do more shit to her, so it was like, this vicious circle. She left when we were like, eleven or twelve. Don’t know what happened to her, honestly. Hope she had a shitty life.”

“My first swig of whiskey.”

Well, I can’t remember not having nightmares, so I don’t think this applies to me. Yay, I’m special.

Ha. Haha. Am I not supposed to talk about Booty Man?