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the time when I was about 6 or seven years old and had a toothache on the right
side of my mouth and that Sunday evening at church I kept complaining to my
mom, who was sitting to my left, about my tooth but she kept telling me to be
quiet and that church was almost over and to hold the pain until it was
over. And she gave me that biting look that said I’m this close to
pulling hairs and belting your ass. But I couldn’t hold the pain and I
kept complaining until we had to stand up and walk out while the pastor was
sermonizing and all the other good Christians were sitting down on their
hard, wood pews paying attention to the word of God.
At one point on
the drive home in the middle of being pissed off at me she confused me by
angrily calling me El Diablo from her sanctimonious front seat. I don’t recall
my dad saying a word.
And when we got
home I got my ass exorcised w/a belt real good by my mom for making her
leave early and embarrassing her in front of all of her hypocritical church friends.
Bunch ‘a creepy
assholes.
10.16.2006
Victor Millan
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