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[fullbody]

She knew where I was the whole time, and she never checked to see how I was doing once. I always figured that she was some battered wife who ran away for refuge and that she would have come back for me if she could have, but wow, she just never cared enough to bother. She's off turning tricks and forgetting I exist while I'm getting the shit beaten out of me on a daily basis.

So I'm the son of a fucking hooker. And I'm a spic. And god damn, what the hell, I bet if I'd known that before, I could have gotten financial aid for college and I wouldn't be working on the side as a fucking security guard. At least I fit the stereotype now.

It's kind of nice to know you have a real name though.