Me, I’m singin the square box blues. Na not really. Still pissed at myself for the whole bullshit. I really hate being manic. Damn it sucks. I wish there was a Pill or a shot that worked specifically to stop it in its tracks. Hey I’m Feeling manic, ok bend over and take this shot in the hip. It’ll hurt you worse than it will hurt me! Says the Doc.
Fuck I’m lookin back at this whole situation and the fight part I can’t remember. But the whole discussion up to it i do. What a punk i was being. Poor kid man. I’m just Glad this wasn’t 10 or twelve years ago. Jees what would i have done then. And my verbal combat skills are Samuri Sharp. So baiting him was to easy. I got to tell you though i was really shocked he hit me. I was like: Why you little pipsqueak pion, You dare hit mua, me. God among men, immortal soul. You Fuckin hit me. Ok This is where all sense of reality just stepped aside Litteraly. Like i said all of a sudden i saw Ron hitting Punching me. The worse part is now I’m having sleepless nights because i am dreaming about that (Ron hitting). Or me hitting…Even way back. I keep waking up at night, with these dreams about old shit. And They are aged right dreams. Like the first time he hit me because i got between him and Carol. I was already confused as to why he hated mommy so much. To me mommy was a princess who could do no wrong. But that night i learned fear.
-Brent Brents 1-30-17
I keep waking up at night with these dreams about old shit
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