Time to a child is short. Never enough time to enjoy the good stuff. Throw rape and beating in there and there is too much time. It moves slow and each thrust or gag or punch or kick seemed to be like slow motion. Did i ever tell i stole Toothpaste. Brushing wasn’t a big thing in our home but a good glob of the good old Colgate never let you down after a mouth full of his cum.
It’s got to be a big puzzle to this guy (officer) why i acted the way i did. The only thing he did wrong was to let me get him with his back to the wall. Other wise he did everything right. The punch? Well sometimes we make choices based on our feelings. I was purposely imposing my size and being physically and verbally threatening to him. So sure i understand the punch.
-Brent Brents 1-30-17
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Never enough time to enjoy the good stuff. Throw rape and beating in there and there is too much time.
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I love Robin Williams
Robin Williams…I guess everyone has a hero he or she secretly loves. Sure there are the Clint Eastwoods or John Waynes. Humphry Bogarts or Lauren Bacalls, Betty Whites.
But for me Robin was it. Secretly I had always wished he would have been my father. Imagine that. A manic depressive criminal wants a manic depressive comedian for a father. So yes when I saw the Breaking news flash Robin Williams dead I lost it. So sad. Heart Broken. I know people may not believe that. Screw em. At least i can be honest. I love Robin Williams. And i am so sad.
I grew up with Robin Williams. Mork and Mindy meant an hour of peace in my home. No Rape, No Beatings, just good laughs. Fear and Nervousness forgotten. I have always been greatful for those cease fire laughs.
-Brent Brents 8-17-14
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The beatings, and fear, and rape that permiated my life
So It was pretty cold the other Night. And I woke up cold and having to pee. And immediately went back to my childhood. How i would wake up cold and wet and in fear of him either catching in the bathroom, wanting a blow job, or finding out i wet the bed.
The beatings, and fear, and rape that permiated my life back then. It’s surprising what can trigger those memories. And even now I still wake with a start Now and then. Feeling that old fear, even though I haven’t wet the bed since i was 13.
And I’m still able to know that old feeling of fear angers Me. It’s Vulnerable and i don’t like it. No One does, I forget that sometimes. And i get wrapped up in my own head and emotions, So i forget that I’ve caused so many others these same emotions.
I always hope that those i hurt are able to forget me and live free of the hell that myself and others cause thru rape and abuse.
-Brent Brents 1-26-14
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Diary of a Predator 