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I’s

Or so people say

By people, I mean my mom

My s that are co as I can remember

In fact, her favorite story to tell at her famous dinner parties is hohen I was little, I’d steal strawberries from the kitchen and hide in my closet

One by one, I’d eat the up So ency roo Cue exaggerated laughter from her riveted audience, that reached me from where I’d hide under the stairs

After a nuic to a certain component in strawberries, and that was the reason for my nausea

So one day my mom sat etting drunk in his study; I can’t re for me

They are bad, she said And if I didn’t want to spendup, I should stay away from them

My ansas, “But I love strawberries, Mommy And I’m not afraid to throw up because of them It’s kinda fun”

I was like five or so

Mohed, took a sip of her chardonnay – she loved her alcohol as much as Dad – and looked away froiving me a headache”

I give people headaches That’s

But that’s not the point

The point is: I like bad things

I like things that are wrong and harmful and maybe even toxic and deadly Or als that no one in their right mind would like

Maybe I was born a little weird, a little off-beat

Or maybe I’m too evolved to feel fear or caution I don’t know All I know is that I want strawberries today Like seriously I’ve got a real craving for them

I mean, if I can’t have strawberries today, then when can I have them?

Today’s my day

Or at least, it should be Not that anybody remembers it but still

Today’s the day I was born, and well, there’s a story for that, too