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The one thing you have to keep in mind

The only one sure fire way to be rosary elegant is to dance

When you get a nasty thought like this one

"Oh, black people steal"

Just dance it off: dance the bad thoughts away

"Don't think about it," they said, "It will go away"

The first time I distanced myself from myself was when I was 6 years old

And my daddy locked me in a dark closet with a dog of bag food for 2 days

At that point I was Narrator, Jonathan, and Jorge

3 For the price of 2 strikes you're out

My cranky ol diddy pa let me out after the second day on good behavior

I had pissed myself twice, so he beat me two and a half times for each urination:

Five times total

Jonathan and Jorge scolded me just the same, stupid cucks

By the time I was 10, I was eight people

Billy, Bobby, Scooter, Achilles, John F. Kennedy

Holland 1945, Jonathan, and Jorgette

Who recently came out as transgender and insists on she/her pronouns

You want to know a secret about true detachment, my one and only friend?

You don't choose it, it chooses you

I didn't choose the thug life, the thug life chose me

It happened the first time when I was 28 or so

I woke up in increasingly dangerous places throughout the week

Without having any idea of how I got there

I finally pieced it together that I was taking tolerant-resistant sleeping pills

And was exposed to asbestos, and was therefore blacking out

And robbing people at knife point

I finally came to learn this when the County Hogs arrested me for bribery

Armed bribery. Who knew the judge didn't like menthols?

You don't choose the dissociative life, the dissociative life chooses you

Scooter was always screaming at me

"Narrator! Wake up! You're hurting people!"

But it didn't make any sense

Anyway, I finally hit reality when I was thrown in jail for armed robbery

My daddy done bailed me out, at the ripe old age of 105

But then it was back to closet and the bag food for your ol' pal Jorgette

He was pretty - sorry, she - was pretty pissed off at that, the old bitch

Screaming and hollering about transphobia and heteroelectricity

Sorry, it's not sexist because I still think of her as a man

Stupid cunt

But it was your humble narrator (And ever-decaying conscience) that had to endure

The pains of the mice that were loose in the depths of the closet

Nibbling on my genitals

Scooter and that piece of shit Jonathan were freeloaders

This time, the closet punishment had an unusual twist

I would routinely black out, without provocation, for days at a time

This would always alarm whoever was closest to me, or anyone I lived with

But most of the time I would wake up alone

This happened in the closet

It must have been four or five days

Because my dad figured now I won't starve to death

Since it's 2017 and I can order a pizza on my Sam Sung Berry

So he lets me out a little later than he always did

It was almost traumatizing how long I was in there, until I fell asleep

But my dumb ol daddy thought I was dead when he opened the door

And I was unconscious with mouse shit in my hair

I woke up to a doctor pricking my arm with adrenaline and my dad

Shaking his head at me in disappointment, like he always does

In some hospital room

It's his own fault he felt shitty

Who tortures their own child like that?