At school. At church. At the Westgate Mall. Like I said, they’re everywhere I go. Must be something in the water or something. As a brother who’s ...eeping it real, it’s getting increasingly hard to live. I try not to let these haters get to me, but there are too many of them. And they try too much shit. What’s a brother to do? At my favorite hangout, the Brockton Community Library, there is this broad named Lucinda, a fifty-something red-haired white woman with thick glasses who is the fakest of. It's a chastity belt; shiny, silver and black. If I was not where I am, I might find it interesting but now it's not interesting at all, because they are taking yet more away from me. The only thing I have left for myself.I struggle and struggle: I don't want even these very little pleasures taken from me, things I can still do for myself without having to wait for them or wait for their agenda or wait to earn favours. But of course that's why they are doing this."Why? Why?" I shout."Because. My dad liked driving with the window open, so there was always a cold breeze blowing through, and plenty of blankets if you got cold and a pillow or 2 if you got tired. I should have brought homework along, but forgot, so I jumped in the back by tyhe bench seat, so I could stretch out if I got sleepy. I must have dozed off because I was woke by Sara when we stopped for gas, she was carrying a blanket and pillow & looked like she was gonna nap, "how much longer?" I asked her, "Little over an. I know when I look at porn, I like the skinny girls with small breasts and puffy or pointed nipples that get really swollen and hard.Karen was wearing a one-piece suit, like the red Baywatch suit, but the G-rated version, because the crotch panel was made so it couldn’t show a camel toe and didn’t disappear into the crack of her butt. The red suit looked nice with her hair and skin color. Since the suit was still damp, it was clinging to her figure, and I saw that her boobs were bigger than I’d.