David: It’s nice to see you again this new school year.
Morad: It’s nice to see you too. How was your vacation?
David: Good but I’m glad to be back at school.
Morad: Me too.
David: Look some of our friends are over there.
Morad: Let’s go talk to them. We haven’t seen them in months.
David: I would like to have sex with them.
Morad: I would like to have sex with you.
David: I just pooped in my pants.
Morad: I just pooped on your head.
David: Thank you.
Morad: You’re welcome.
David: Can I chew on your pancreas?
Morad: No.
I remember when I first arrived in the US due to the different culture I was brought up in, the folks in town teased me and considered me "not right" and implied slight mental illness or simply being different. I was in a relationship of some kind with this girl in town. She once told me, “Everybody thinks I should be afraid of you, but I’m not.” The town's sheriff would take photographs of us and follow one or both of us in his vehicle. Eventually I caught her making love to an unidentified person. Shortly afterwards the sheriff also arrived and spotted me. I fled, leaving my scarf behind on the branch of a bush. My girlfriend disappeared under suspicious circumstances and was later found dead. Shunned by many, I was immediately considered the main suspect. While in the interrogation room, I was shown a white cloth, which the sheriff identified as the item used to strangle the girl. I denied that the girl and I were romantically involved. Locals vandalized o...
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