Apr 10, 2010 22:02
Seven years ago today my dad shot my dog, stashed the body in the trunk of the car, drove my sister to her piano lesson, and then threw the body away.
I would have forgotten completely if it weren't for the boy I'm talking to right now. We've been comparing life stories. He said "wow, you didn't swear at your parents until you were twelve?! you little angel!" to which I replied "yeah, well, I was almost thirteen. It was thirteen days before my thirte-- Holy shit."
Life. What are you doing to me?!