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Issue No. 2
How I Became
Verbal Sadistic *
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If you really
want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is what I
ate and what TV shows I watched, how they plopped me in front of Bozo and
filled my bottle with Pepsi, how I suckled ragged the corners of my pillows
and bit off the noses of my Teddy bears, how those teeth marks I left in
Grandma’s kitchen chair sent my father into a seizure, how he beat me, then,
and how I would not shit or speak to him for weeks, how my father flew for a
commercial airline and could see me only once a week, and how I always
managed to have diarrhea on the nights he took me out, how he stopped
bringing home his girlfriends, and all the sitters that I had, and how Aunt Gloria
saw after us for a while at the beginning, and why I bit her, and how she
said I was possessed and got this Catholic priest to talk to me, and how he
said I was too headstrong to be possessed and started all that commotion
about my welfare when I asked if he knew of any nuns who were wet-nursing,
and how they put me away and I was forced to make confession and damn nearly
gagged on my Communion wafer. --It’s a
sign! Auntie said. How I showed
up one morning at Newark Airport and nearly got my father fired, how he took
me up to Boston where he had an apartment and said we were gonna start fresh, how the doctors said I was sick, and
how they gave me insulin, and how the blonde nurse sat with me and showed me
where with the syringe, and how I never bit again but learned to sublimate
the urge by saying fuck! --- *Excerpt
from a work in progress |