A Story Of Dumb Fate.
They'll see. So I talk dumb and look dumb. One of
these days I'll have a name the newspapers'll know.
Retarded was the nicest thing people called me to my
face.

They, the other kids and adults in Buckeye,
also called me an idiot; a fucking mongoloid (I mean,
damn, this one pissed me off); other jerko kids called me a sped-head or slobber lips or zooey, and probably even worse things behind my back; and the most common one in my long life of being called shitty words was dumdum.

They said, "Hey Billy! Hey 'White Ape Man! Hey Dumdum!" And they would draw out that last word and make it sound more than stupid. Hate is their friendship set to their angry music. They all ended up to burn me, burn me up.

Chapter 1 Continued


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