Well to tell you the truth, life ain't easy. I grew up in the ghetto. Violence was my childhood. Severely beaten by my Father at any sign of defiance. Life wasn't easy. One day when my father was drunk he gave me $5 for no reason. I cried. That was the first time my father had ever given me anything. I went to the local hunting store and bought a knife. A skinning knife. Later at home, I was sitting in bed reading a book from the school library, when my father bursts into my room; drunk. We embrace for a second. I decide now was a good time to do it. I had to put him down. I take the skinning knife out of my pocket. He looks at it and nods. We kiss passionately, then he goes cold. My own father. Dead. Died from old age. And a skinning knife. I made a fabulous trench-coat out of his skin. I'd wear it every day. Sitting down in the bus shelter masturbating. I had it all. One day in the bus shelter I looked down, and saw a kid's magazine. I picked it up and started reading.

I was flicking through the pages when I saw an advertisement for a contest. All it required was that you sent in a dick-pic. So I did. I already had a hard dick sitting down at the bus shelter next to a crying little kid whose magazine I just stole, so I took my trenchcoat off, wiped some of the kid's tears and applied them to my penis. Tears make the best lube. I jack off a bit to make sure I'm at maximum penis tensile levels. I whip out my phone and take a picture of my dick. Fuckin' kid photobombed me. Now I've gotta take another. I take the second picture and print it off using my portable printer. Ah, the sulby SB300. Best in portable printing. I take out my skinning knife and sliver off a slice of the kid's skin to make an envelope out of. "Got any tape?" I ask the kid. He just breaks down in tears again. I suppose I better just masturbate onto the envelope to seal it. I grab the kid's hand and press it into my cum like he's a stamp for a wax envelope seal.

"My turn to lick the spoon." I say to the kid. I grab his hand and start sensually kissing it. I decide it's probably time to leave. So I tell the kid to bend over, and I insert the envelope into his rectum. Now I just have to wait for the letter to arrive at it's destination. As I'm walking home, I see a basketball court. I decide to join in. After we played for a while, I noticed some people causing trouble. I walk over to them and ask them what they're doing. They hit me and kick me when I'm down. I got in one little fight, and my Mom got scared. She said you're moving in with your Auntie and Uncle in Bel-Air.