Sometimes I wish I’d made a bigger deal of having had a gun to my temple. This is because, in a profoundly gross way, there’s some cultural capitol in having had a “near death” experience: I lived through one of those things that happens all the time in movies—and all the time in real life, too, people just don’t live…
then your experience is wrong.
I would like to take this moment to remind everyone, through my blinding rage, that I was robbed, assaulted at gunpoint and then carjacked by a white boy once in his late teens in Fresno, California around a decade ago. It was premeditated, he had a partner, and he robbed and carjacked multiple people before he was…
Harry laughed, cool and remote, like if a mountain were to laugh. "Someday you'll understand, Ron."
If you send me a message here, I will see it! And if it's private, I can delete it and be like, "What? Nothing happened here."
There is a grey comment on Lindy's swearing post that seriously made me say out loud, "Ditto to you, Butthole."