RE: Living Right?

Damn. That was pretty heavy.

When I was staying with my mother about eight years ago, I was on the wooden balcony, a bottle of wine in one hand, with a kid I'd met from around the small town of Baggs, WY. I looked across the field to where the slaughterhouse, closed for the night, was and there were three kids walking up to the pigs outside holding cell. As I was watching, I saw one kid raise his hand and swing down multiple times right where a pig's head would be.

That blew my top immediately! I rushed over and demanded that they leave. Of course, a neighbor who wasn't friendly to me in the least said that she was watching the kids and saw them do nothing wrong. First off, I didn't believe her because then she would have seen what I saw because her place was right there next to the slaughterhouse. She was only "protecting" the kids.

The cops were called, not on the kids but on me. Nothing happened further from there except that the person who owned the unfenced, small field that I had to cross to get to slaughterhouse ended up putting up signs that read: NO trespassing. The cops even showed me paperwork that said if I did it again, I'd be taken away.

I do wonder what that kid's life at home was like. He had that looked of "I don't give a fuck; they're going to be slaughtered anyway."

This town also had a rumor going around about me. The rumor was that I went and through blood on three different churches and did some demonic rituals to seal their fates. I will neither confirm nor deny this fabricated rumor. Bwahaha!!!