I got a good old story for some good old boys

I got a good old story for some good old boys.
>I was 4 years old, living in an apartment complex in uneventful, Ohioan suburbia.
>My mom and dad were constantly on each other's asses about trivial shit.
>Dad gets fed up and leaves. Nbd if it'll make for some goddamn peace and quiet.
>Four months later, I'm sent to live with dad for a few weeks.
>Dad's living arrangement is decent. He's leasing a house with a really big backyard.
>His place is behind a walgreens in dense woods. His yard is decked out with tiki torches and tacky ornament garbage. Stuff you'd expect to see in a milf's front yard.
>Actually having a fun time, dad is a lot more interactive than mom.
>Mom comes by the following weekend.
>Essentially drags me back to her ratty ass apartment to sit and stair at walls while she drinks and ignores me.
Cont?

Monitoring bread

Good enough for me

>We move to North Carolina that summer.
>Don't hear from dad for a year or two.
>At 6, he calls and demands that my mother put me on the phone.
>"iloveyouson.jpeg"
>Another year passes.
>One afternoon, I'm informed by mom that dad got into a car accident and is in the hospital in critical condition.
>He dies two days later.
>It's sad for a while but I'm not really old enough to grasp the concept of death.
>Days turn into weeks and weeks turn into years.
>At seventeen years old, I return to Ohioan suburbia to reminisce. My friend Ben comes for moral support.
>Shenanigans ensue, we just generally dick around. Go to the mall and he tries on beanies in Hot Topic while I shake my head in dismay.

user reporting in. make it fuckin dazzle op

Sure, why not?

Go ahead, I'm all comfy.

>One night, in our motel room, neither of us can sleep.
>I'm thirsty for nostalgia.
>We get out of our respective beds and change into normal clothes.
>Being extra careful not to wake the hookers and methheads in the rooms all around us, we slink into the darkness.
>I let memories dictate where I drive. Ben silently watches not wanting to disrupt my train of thought.
>I pass an oddly familar walgreens.
>"Hold the fuck up. I'm getting something."
>I turn down a heavily wooded drive into a neighborhood of thicket and collapsing houses.
>Ben is all like "Why'd you turn down here? Are you gonna rape me or something?"
>"Shh nigga I'm trying to think."
>It hits me like a bullet. I push the cardoor open, step out into the brisk night, and run towards what's essentially just a glorified plot of dirt.

Continue, user.

>Ben hops out of the car and charges after me.
>The house is gone, but the cement floor layout remains in the same spot.
>Ben has stopped running, but is still watching me from a distance.
>Out back, I find broken shards of soggy, rotting wood (pieces of a tiki torch) and a desaturated gnome. Its vibrant colors washed away over time by weather.
>Haphazardly chucked into a nearby grove is a blanket I recognize as one my dad used to use, a few pieces of furniture, and some peanutbutter jars. Dude fucking loved peanutbutter.
>I trudge back to the cement floor layout and let out a piercing screech.
>Ben slowly starts walking over, weary of what sporadic thing I might do next.
>I fucking collapse and start sobbing like a bitch.
>Ben doesn't say a word. He just helps me back to the car and drives us to the motel.
>We leave for home the next morning.

>The ride back to North Carolina is uncomfortably silent.
>We stop five times to use the restroom and to get food.
>It's pitch-black out when we finally get back.
>I pull into Ben's driveway to let him out.
>He looks me in the eyes and says something I will never forget.
>With the utmost sincerity, Ben says, "Reply to this post or you mother will die in her sleep tonight."

nice. so did she died?

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You fucking nigger you had me genuinely excited

die

Wow

Did the rest of the stuff actually hapen tho?

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nice image for ants pleb

>Being this autistic

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I'm not happy with you op

0/10

I'm not even surprised at this point

CUNT

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I fucking hate Sup Forums and you are the epitome of why

Shouldn't it be your father will die?

rollin

kekek

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(OP)

Cunt

Mother fucker.....

Cuck

well played op. well played

did he died

you absolute twit

sotry wsa sa godo sa it ' s ednign

You fucking nigger...

Thanks fam. The ending was pretty rad, wasn't it?

You bastard. You're a fucking genius.

Top kek

You're a cock sucker, OP.

10/10 maty

Alright, you earned this one friendo.

Don't do it again.

god damn it

I actually was feeling bad you cunt. 10/10

what is this cuck shit

Congratulations, you're an asshole.

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Fcuk yfdaxjsj

You piece of...

memes

Hoe

Wow, Well Played

>show up in southern illanois
>sucks
>head upstate
>stop at farm
>dead tree leaned up against house a mile off the road
>"you were born in that house."
>walk up to house
>searm of crows leave tree all at once
>dark gray skies
>walk inside
>see hole in ceiling
>see dried blood and piece of caution tape
>walk outside
>the grass is tall, see vietnam uniform
>walking towards car
>bit by water moccasin
>sent to hospital, couldve died
>"thats why we moved to Washington."

fuck you alien faggot anal destrucion of your mom's pussy

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Fdjdjdk

Ok story, but weak ending

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Fucking bitch nigga

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god dammit, i'm morally obligated to reply

Fuck you OP

theres something familiar here.

Fuck you op!

You is faggot

goddammit op I was getting invested before you decided to be a faggot

you little shit

You got me

blasssttt

;]

How could you

Dis nigga

well played

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Wow

>"Reply to this post or you mother will die in her sleep tonight."
OP sucks dick, no surprise there. I kinda admire OP's cock sucking skills. You are a true professional, sir.

>>The house is gone, but the cement floor layout remains in the same spot.
>>Ben has stopped running, but is still watching me from a distance.
>>Out back, I find broken shards of soggy, rotting wood (pieces of a tiki torch) and a desaturated gnome. Its vibrant colors washed away over time by weather.
>>Haphazardly chucked into a nearby grove is a blanket I recognize as one my dad used to use, a few pieces of furniture, and some peanutbutter jars. Dude fucking loved peanutbutter.

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