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Mr....Mr Marbles..?
Mr....Mr Marbles..?
Being told I was going to hell for near about everything...
He still kinda freaks me out lol.
oh wow. what denomination?
From movies... the flying balls in the crematorium/morgue in "Phantasm" (I was really young).
Real life... watched my friend drown, couldn't do anything about it... I was 10. Playing on thin ice, it was either him, or both of us if I tried to help.
Saw my friend shot to death when I was 18, .22 to the head, brain matter spilled out all over my buddy's mother's dresser. Wrong place, wrong time. Not a damn thing could've been done for him, the feeling of helplessness (not being able to help) was way worse than actually seeing it. Can still picture it quite clearly though.
When I was 10 I was sleeping over my buddies house. His father came in the room drunk around 11pm and started screaming at his kid (my friend) and then beat the shit out of him for forgetting to take out the garbage. The mother was a sweetheart and took me and my fried back to my house. My Dad went back with her and beat the shit out of the Dad and then drove him to a clinic to dry out. He never drank again but the episode always weighed heavy on me, which is whyI made sureto never be an angry drunk.
When I was 10 I was sleeping over my buddies house. His father came in the room drunk around 11pm and started screaming at his kid (my friend) and then beat the shit out of him for forgetting to take out the garbage. The mother was a sweetheart and took me and my fried back to my house. My Dad went back with her and beat the shit out of the Dad and then drove him to a clinic to dry out. He never drank again but the episode always weighed heavy on me, which is whyI made sureto never be an angry drunk.
Being told I was going to hell for near about everything...
Real life... watched my friend drown, couldn't do anything about it... I was 10. Playing on thin ice, it was either him, or both of us if I tried to help.
Saw my friend shot to death when I was 18, .22 to the head, brain matter spilled out all over my buddy's mother's dresser. Wrong place, wrong time. Not a damn thing could've been done for him, the feeling of helplessness (not being able to help) was way worse than actually seeing it. Can still picture it quite clearly though.
Trapped in a car with a giant ass moth. Still don't like them to this day.