Carpe Mortem

My dad used to torture my stepbrother every time we went up north to the cabin with an old picture of a balding dude who looked like uncle fester. Old tenants left it behind, he called him Uncle Festis. Every time the miserable kid woke up BAM that picture was stuck to the bottom of the top bunk staring at him. He came into a room BAM there it was in the window. Took a shower, my dad snuck it onto the toilet.

He was a terrible person, my ex stepbrother. Angry little pervert. Autism is no excuse and he deserved it.

Also if I haven't made it clear my father was, is, and always will be the ****.

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