the curb stomp itself is still a mystery to me...even to this day
I thought at the time that maybe this guy had me confused with someone else or something, but for all I know - this could have been his way of getting into a gang, or maybe he already was ina gang and I just so happened to wander onto his turf or some shit, or maybe he was just fucken bored and was trying to prove how much ofa mother fucken badass he was to his buddy
some things are probably better off not known though, I guess
the cadaver thing (admittedly) was a bizarre coincidence where I first discovered the concept of necrophilia on the same day I also had the opportunity to sneak a peak at one of these fuckers as I was closing down for the night - campus security caught me red-handed in the cadaver room
- I, then, weaseled my way out of it by telling a little white lie
- they still questioned the head of the department about it the next day though
- who had already discovered my questionable reading material from the night before
- he, then, presumed the worse about what I was really doing in there
- and subsequently fired me because of it
and *I* of course took this as a golden opportunity to create the ultimate pulp fiction
but don't tell anyone though - I have a reputation to uphold
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