Okay so thanksgiving has never been a good day for me. In fact some of my most traumaticand annoying events happen on that day--- every single year
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Okay, so the ECT story was thanksgiving 2001 (I think). So at that point, my best friend was this boy named Joey. And Joey had been diagnosed a couple years beforehand with a terminal heart condition, in response to which he started skipping school and stuff (also, he snuck out of the house a lot at night, much like me, except his parents were more suspicious and he got caught). His parents became "concerned about his behaviour" and, being bizarre and deeply religious, they sought advice from their priest (whom I later actually made sob by shouting at him that he was not a man of god, but that's a different story). He recommended a boot camp. A boot camp which was at another point in the news for abusing the children, which it turned out included Joey, in all kinds of ways. And Joey wrote to his parents, and his parents dismissed it as deviant lies, and after he got back he was diagnosed with severe depression plus PTSD. His parents didn't trust the Buffalo hospitals so they took him down to one in Ohio. And his parents took
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Oh, you know me so well. Challenges? Stories? A challenge ABOUT stories? I am glad to make you laugh when things are crazy.
But you still win for craziest thanksgiving. Oh, Dante.
Well, in the immediate aftermath of that anecdote he definitely was okay, because he stayed with our other friend so long that he got a missing person notice up at the border (this was his proudest accomplishment ever; he made me go ask for a copy, which he framed and hung up in his bedroom) and his parents never made him do anything that serious against his will again because they knew he meant business. He did die in '06 because of his bad heart, though. But I figure, I'm still around, I can immortalize him by sharing the stories!
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Which I am so Thanks!
... is Joey okay?
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But you still win for craziest thanksgiving. Oh, Dante.
Well, in the immediate aftermath of that anecdote he definitely was okay, because he stayed with our other friend so long that he got a missing person notice up at the border (this was his proudest accomplishment ever; he made me go ask for a copy, which he framed and hung up in his bedroom) and his parents never made him do anything that serious against his will again because they knew he meant business. He did die in '06 because of his bad heart, though. But I figure, I'm still around, I can immortalize him by sharing the stories!
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