Monday, February 4, 2013
I remember him having a belt hanging on a nail ready to beat us with, molesting me while I was taking a bath, and repeatedly punching me in the face. I remember when I told him I had lost weight and he "joked" that maybe I would get anorexia. Yes, he had a great wit, alright. I'd probably remember a lot more, but maybe I’m brain damaged from all those punches in the face.
