A bird fell & hit me on the head. Due to a accident I don’t have a top of my skull. So’s I keep a throw pillow tied up there. Haha. Before when I didn’t have the pillow some shitters moved in down the block & when I went to the corner store for my little canned sausages & a coca cola they’d call me Mongo load brain-fuck & start slapping the soft patch of my head where my brain was.
I’d start shaking & seeing crazy. It would hurt & sometimes I’d wake up in the backroom with the extra racks of chips & stuff. I’d be sad but there were a lot of the little sausage cans back there & jim the cashier didn’t mind if I ate a couple while I had a headache. One time they didn’t hit me but showed me a phone & on it was me and them slapping my head & me shaking & them spitting on me & then jim shoving his wallet in my mouth & one of the kids said i thought you used your dick to do that & then he unzipped his pants but he only peed on me a lot & on jim a little bit. I didn’t like seeing what happened when my head stopped working. But one day the kids grew up & with the pillow now I’m ok.
So but the bird up on my head – I didn’t know what it was that hit me so I reached up there & when I pulled my hand back down it was a bird that was in it. The little brother was twitching around & looking crazy. I pet the top of his head & it was soft. I walked back to my house & took him inside. Little brother needed a pillow too.
He was just like me fr.
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Connor vern sain works in the back of your least favorite pharmacy. He quit once,spent his last dollars on beer and weed in his garage with Jerry for a month. His landlord kicked him out. Then he went back to work. He knows the score.
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