I have never had a lot of luck in my life. An alcoholic father, a schizophrenic mother, a tyrannical big brother. My father was beating me, my mother laughed for anything and did not care about my mouth all day long. She also had the phobia of my hair and always a pair of scissors on hand. My brother was constantly trying to scare me as soon as my back was turned or when I slept. And then, whenever he had the opportunity, he hit me with his big muscles big ass.
My dad was not better. With his fists he stroked my head as softly as a boxer and his punching bag. With his feet, he used it as a football. And he was a good penalty shooter. My mother had her favorite caress: scratch my skull with the tips of her pointed nails.
One day, I told my father that he drank too much. I almost died of an ethyl coma, because this bastard had stuck a neck in the back of my throat and had poured his liter of whiskey daily. One day, I had the misfortune to refuse that my mother cuts me the five millimeters of hair that had grown on my head during his psychiatric detention. She pulled them out with my teeth. One day, I refused to play with my brother. He forced me to play the ossicles. With my fingers.
And inevitably, all that, it leaves traces, sequels. Finally, at first I thought no, I thought I was out, because after my graduation I had the idea to set up a travel agency at discount prices. I must admit that after a difficult start, business took off.
Until I meet my girlfriend, Stephanie. Sculptural body, sharp intelligence, fusional love. We never did anything without each other. She loved traveling and for the holidays, sometimes for a single weekend, it was flying all over the world. The only thing that bothered me at home was her fucking craze. I did not like boxes, I never liked that. I ended up letting her go alone. She began to return at impossible times, drunk more, with the smell of alcohol and horny males. And every time I remonstrated with her, she laughed like a little fool. It ended up annoying me. To really annoy me. I think she took for all the crap that my damn family gave me. After another silly smile, I put all her passions together in one and sent her to boxes on the other side of the world.
It was a few months before I fell in love again. In the meantime I went to see a psychiatrist and was prescribed powerful sleeping pills to stop nightmares and hallucinations. I saw my mother, my father, my brother everywhere. It was horrible to see their charred bodies again. Fortunately that day I slept in college and I was not charged. I'm still wondering who was able to set their shit on fire.
I stayed a little shorter with my new girlfriend. Six months, I believe. I also met her at my travel agency. As in all love stories, at first it was going well. But she began to become strange: she was inventing all kinds of manias like being allowed to grow the nails of the hands, feet and varnish them in red like my mother. I do not like red. She was doing too much makeup, it looked like a whore. And then every week, she went to the hairdresser. I hate hairdressers. In addition, when she came back from these hair pullers, she laughed like an idiot. Yes, a real idiot. It ended up annoying me. To really annoy me. By extremely annoying me. I gagged her and put her still alive in a big box. In a magazine, I read that one could die laughing by brushing the feet of honey then licking them by a goat. I could not see myself buying a goat. But there were swarms of red ants in my cellar. And rats. Good fat rats. I do not remember how long she screamed, but I found it long, too long, and I was afraid the neighbors would hear it even though the nearest house is two or three hundred meters from the house. mine. I do not know why, I strangled her thinking about my mother. But the ants and rats had already had a good puff in the neck and his head remained in my hands. I immediately thought of my father and I shot in as in a football. Goal ! I did the Ola in my honor. Then I took her head and hit her so hard with my fists that her pretty face was nothing more than a mixture of skin, hair and brains mixed with clay. To relax, I played the ossicles with his fingers. It's funny, I took a monstrous pleasure.
I am choosing their destinations. Yes, I made several boxes with her body because I could still hear my mother's laughter inside, and I ended up cutting it with an ax and a saw.
Ah, I always hesitate: Borneo for his back, Cuba for his ass, Switzerland for his thighs. It should be over again, I have a lot of relations in the customs and from friends of the East who will buy me the organs.
To remove the genetic traces, I still have to contact my childhood friend Didier, a firefighter. It is really good to make believe that a fire is accidental. As before.
I can not wait for everything to be over, I can not wait to go back to the agency. In addition, I think I have the ticket with a beautiful little chick, single plus. A certain Stéphanie Duval. She looks a little like my mother, she has the same name as her, but I think this time I will manage to keep calm. Well, if she laughs a little bit too much, I'll just pull her tooth out, it'll calm her down and she'll understand that I do not like people to fool me.
I stopped seeing the shrink, but as he advised me I continue to write my journal. It helps me, it really helps me extract my dirty past from my soul. As the psychiatrist has often told me, I'm not responsible for anything ...
