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She makes it harder for me
just to breathe
Playing streetfighter in some movie theatre on Temple st reminds me of 1994 in my parents living I'm room playing the same game on my super nintendo standing four inches from the tv screen, I don't credit this to my terrible eye sight now, but I probably should. I faked being sick so I could have the house to myself. I played street fighter for hours on end as Blanka and Dhalsim; two characters I didn't know how to do anything with, but I didn't care. I was in my prime, perfect and untouched. In my final hour before my brother got off the bus from school, and my sister came back from day care, I noticed something on the side of the tv unfamiliar. It was a VHS tape, with a black body and a tan head. The title read "my money". Upon intrigue I put the tape in, adjusted the tracking and took my two tiny steps back from the VCR to face the screen in my normal manner. A woman tied to a chair on a boat, there is a man holding a knife to her throat and another man paicng behind her yelling into a phone about his money. After he hangs up the man gets in her face and tells her until he gets his money from "Mario" that he is going to do with her whatever he pleases. He starts to undress and he proceeds to stick his penis in the space between the woman's arm and her chest, he speaks to her through heavy breathing; quietly and creepily. At this moment in time became the man I am today, horny and desperate, dangerously obsessed with the human figure. From that day on I went to great lengths to hide this VHS from anyone else, hiding it under couches, in potted plants old coats and jackets. I would take it out whenever I was alone, in my fabricated sickness and stare for hours on end. The chair woman became the love of my life and I never showed up with the money in time for her to be rescued.
The way she screamed out for Mario
it broke my heart
and it still does to this day.