User talk:Thelonging

Small Child.

The only reason im here, the only reason I have sighned up for this, why im typing to either bore or entice you. Is because, nine years ago, I was apert of the greatest upheld secrets in montreial. So lets go back nine years. this was a time of ill parenting and lack of humanital respect unless your over 5 foot with a mouth full of money. At this time, I was enjoying life in the underrooms or a cahtolic cathediral with about 30 other boys and girls, The days were started with the smell of shit and vomet, and the nights even worse. You see, my father was a very "kind" man. Insted of sending me to Pencilvania to my biological mother...he would rather send me, or should I say "sell" me off to a "privite school". My mother being unaware of this of course never interveined. But I can't count the nights I wish she did. But getting back on track, besides the ill'ing stenches, the unforgettable screams that rang out from the frost bittin and the hungrey, the sick, and the dying, the beat and the bruised. There was one thing that made life there so much more inviting. every three months men would come from all around canada, and even some from the U.s. They would line us up, biggest to smallest, with only our hands to cover our manhood. Walking up and down the aile, starring, laughing, pointing. Pushing us around to see if we could take a good hit, pulling all the stops to make us cry. but we never did...For we know to much of what crying would lead to. Not being picked, and not being fed. Yeah...you read that right. They say the dog fighting is horrible, but this, this was inhumane. There were picking there prized "dog" for the fight. The only plus was that if we got picked, we got fed, and worked out, we got good water (sometimes) and nicer place to sleep then the cots there have never seen a washer or dryer in about 4 years. And my luck...I always got picked....yippe. I was picked by older man, name Ivan cruska. I think he might of been russian im not sure, i just know he smelled like liquor every second or everyday, his wife too. So, right after the harvest we get sent away with our reapers. We start training from the second we see the house, as I hear the words "run" spill from his mouth. Stoping the car he turns to me and reapets "run.." this time more stern. Sadly, I leave the car but he dosent speed, up. his grey eyes just pear out the the widow at me..the smile of an alcholic, just burns a hole in chest. Taking his hand he glides his long dirty brown hair back, laughing, franticly for me to run to the house. I start to pick up speed on the couple stone path, I could hear the car jolting around on the stones, but that sound was nothing to sound of my knees as the classed against my shins with every stride I took. Never in my life did a house seem so far away...  "soup?" He murmered to me as i laid on my back under the almost plywood table he had in his make shift kichten. Looking around, everything I saw made me noistious, from the brown or black smudges on the broken window, to the projecting eroma of even more vomit. "eat, get fat, so I can have a reason to whoop your ass in shape" he almost laughed when he said that dropping the bowl in front of me. "whats in it?" I stupidly asked "whats in it?" he snared "Everything you wouldent want to find in a soup" not compleatly histarical, i pushed the bowl aside and closed my eyes only for a second.......and boy, what a seocond that was. "get the fuck up!" he yelled charging into the room and flipping the table, "dont want to eat, then your gonna work!" dragging me by my hair out into the yard. after about a minite of him pulling me he got to tired to invigorate anymore nonsess out of me. Kneeling over and out of breath "YOu see that harness?" indeed I saw this crude backpack enforsced with ducktape and what appeared to be jean denim stiched around certain spots." your gonna be wearing that for the next 5 weeks. and every other day im gonna fill it with five more pounds, till you cant walk no more, and when you cant walk no more, ill take five off every four days till you can walk, but thats not it, that would be to easy, your gonna shovel, cut, clean, and lift. and you will thank me when it over, because ill be a little more wheathy and you will be a little more stronger, now get it on!"....get it on huh? well I did, but im not going to go into detail right now, im tired, and its hard for me to right about this, so ill keep writing later on this week, hopefully someone reads this...

later.