1. Me and Toehead
I was 12 years old when I first found out what a snake zombie was. I was still cultivating a pretty heavy goth stage when my Dad and his new bitch wife drove me and my brother and my little sister down to Florida for some creeperville known as ‘Disneyworld.’
I had a lot of attitude for 12. The world could fuck off, who needed it?
I was playing Murder Isle on the DS when the adults stopped off 95 at an exit in Georgia to refuel. My Dad’s bitch wife – whom we will call Toehead – asked me if I wanted to go into the Starbucks with her while my Pa worked the tank.
“Yea, sure.” I said. They let me have coffee at 12. How could I resist?
We were waiting in line feeling awkward together when I saw the stack of newspapers. It was the front page of the Tampa Tribune that caught my eye: GIANT SNAKE CAUGHT WITH BOY INSIDE.
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