Chronic Masturbater
Along story short, my dad went psycho, and threatened my mom if she ever left. He said he would kill her, but not in front of me. I didn’t believe it at first, but she had to take me to go live in a Shelter. For Mothers, and Children, so we called it “The Mac.” Since it had MAC on everything, or [Property of MAC] on labels. When we got there, an older girl showed me around, and she introduced him as “This is Wendel, the chronic masturbator.” “Hey!” He got up, “You don’t have to tell everyone!” “Well, you don’t have to fap all night when people are trying to sleep!” “At least I’m not a bed wetter!” “You little shit!” She chased him, until they got broken up, and that was the end …