Growing up my head was in the books.

Growing up my head was in the books, and we had a lot of them. My dad was drunk and stumbled, knocking over my bookshelf along with my testicle abacus and 1993 crip buttskin sample collection, which shattered into a million pieces of buttskin on the floor. Fucking cunt. He passed out on the floor snoring and I had to step over him to get to the bathroom where I let my shlong dip down several feet into the toilet water and start spurting out peepee.

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