Like I said before, Blick = Master of Pain...
Yeah Xion, the guys in my family are the same way. We all try to follow the Mexican machismo way: that is, no doctors, no medicine. Medicine is basically toughing it out. Sickness, and illness are simply cured with 7up, or some clear soda(seriously, my mom used to give me 7up when I got sick every trip in Mexico, and I felt better every time...).
Ptoing, I don't talk to the guy anymore. I think he dropped out of college, and is a stoner now. I don't know. He was a pretty good athlete, though. Heh, next time I see him, I'll ask what was the distance between the wound and the perineum.
Well, seeing as this is becoming more gross as we go on, I might as well tell this story. Back home, I lived in a small quiet, boring town. Our neighbor that used to live to the right of us had his trailer burned down. Our other neighbor, however was a much different story. There was this older guy, who used to walk around our neighborhood. He was about 3-4 years older than my oldest brother. Pretty young actually. He lived right next to us, with a couple of burn outs. A real nice guy, but was involved with drugs, and such. He used to play street football with us, when we were outside. Very nice guy. Well, not too long ago, about a year or two, I had awoken and just eaten a home made breakfast. I was walking towards my mothers room and smelled something different, like something was burning.
My Sister in-law agreed about the smell. About a day later, cops arrived to our neighbors house. We had no clue what was going on. Our back yards could still allow us to see what was going on through their back yards though. I happened to mosey over to my back yard, and saw the sheriff looking around my neighbor's back yard. They finally came across a cooler, behind their tool shed, against their fence.
When the Sheriff and surrounding officers opened the cooler, they immediately backed away. One got on his walkie talkie, and the Sheriff leaned against the fence and started puking. Apparently, something happened the day we smelled that strange smell. A bad drug deal? maybe. A miscommunication? who knows. All I know is, when the cooler was open, there lied my poor neighbors body parts chopped in pieces. He was Dismembered, in the hopes of being non-identified. The smell we were smelling the days before was actually burning gas. The killer was trying to siphon it to burn the body parts, hoping to get away with it. He didn't count on people in the neighborhood watching a suspicious car driving by in early parts of the morning...my mother being one of them. The suspect was apprehended and caught. He is serving time in jail as we speak.
I still feel bad for the guy, going out the way he did. Despite the drugs, he was a great guy, and extremely nice. When the news people came and interviewed my mother, whom asked to not show her face, she also made mention that he was a nice boy. She never mentioned the drugs, which is what I think the sniveling news people wanted. The guys mother found my mom the day after the interview aired, and thanked my mom for the nice words, and not mentioning the drug abuse. Sure, small towns might be small minded, but their is always room for respect for others. No one should die like that. It's pretty gross, but I find it scary that something so sadistic could happen right next door, in my nice, little neighborhood. This is why I'm always grateful for everything that happens. EVERYTHING. A real eye opener, that's for sure.
There are other gross, horror stories that have happened near my family and close relatives. Many of them dealing with drugs, and brutal border murders with drug dealers themselves. But I'll save it for next time.
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Sorry. Couldn't help myself
Oh man! That was pretty funny. I also saw a related youtube vid, with dogs talking some random nonsense. It was pretty funny. I would post it, but I tire enough of the cat lover stuff, and I didn't want to add some more fire to the cat vs. dog argument.
