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Originally Posted by Rusty
Dad never hit me. Mom tried to kill.  Dad would just lower his voice until it sounded like it was coming from his toes. It was so deep. It put the fear of god in you. Mom on the other hand. Anything that was close by was coming in your direction as a missile. The orange Hot Wheel track leaves some nice welts.  Ever get chased through the house by your mom swinging a baseball bat at your head with the idea of hitting a home run? Boy.........have times changed. |
Beaten with the souls of dead Italians past wooden spoons until a few of them cracked across my ***. I no longer talk to her and the world will be a better place once dead.