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I always used to be afraid that my parents would somehow trick me into appearing on one of those "My Child Licks Belly Button Lint and Mustard off of Hairy Scrotums for Lunch Money" talk shows when I was younger, even though there wasn't really anything wrong with me. I was just afraid of being one of those guests on the shows, with the host/audience twisting their words until they snapped and hopelessly tried to beat up an inflammatory audience member while one of the security men held them back, until they finally became even more frustrated and fell back into a corner curled into the fetal position, crying theirself to sleep and wishing it all away while all of America and everyone they knew was watching back at home. I guess I really felt sympathy for some of the guests.
I also think I equated my family to white trash when I was younger, because I didn't realize just how fucked up those guests were until I was 12 or 13.
I also think I equated my family to white trash when I was younger, because I didn't realize just how fucked up those guests were until I was 12 or 13.