A choice selection from Chick tract The Beast, which I believe is about Daigo. I’d post more but it is a pain in the ass linking each panel as a separate image.
For added fun, pay special attention to the footnote on the bottom panel!
This is why I want to wear Satanic shit. Cause Satan is the good guy in the Bible, killed about 0.1% of people that God did, gave us the freedom to think for ourselves, keeps us away from the fundies when we die. Buddy is the shit.
Plus, I wanna feel edgy by freaking out the followers of Christ.
Shut the fuck up with your whitey tightey bitch ass! What is love? I’ll tell you what it ain’t: wearing those tight ass jeans is showing no love to your balls. They’re the ones telling you that no me astime shit, nigga. They need to breathe, puta!
It may turn out that my cousin who is like a brother to me may be a theif that has crossed the line.
Last year my dad lost 4000 dollars from his gun safe. Me and my cousin where with him, and I was helping him clean out some rifles and handguns. My dad showed him a particular pistol because my cousin wanted to know if he had a particular model. It just so happened that my dad had the money in an envelope in between the cases as well. I was cleaning the rifle away, and I didn’t see if anything fell out. That was the last time my dad or me saw that money.
Then during December closer to the end of the year, my mom had money on top of her safe underneath a bunch of clothes she never wears anyway. She thought she had closer to 2k, but there was only six. Then this year, the remaining six dissapeared. And just last week, my mom gave my cousin money to go buy food at some Japanese joint, 100 and because me and my brothers went to see my dad for the evening. When we got back, there was 60$ in change on the table top next to the recipt. The following morning there was no money. So then me and my brothers search the house, and turn everything inside out and look in the trash thinking that maybe somebody threw it away. The fucked up twist to this situation was that the receipt was still on the table where I saw it last night, but there was no money.
Now in all situations, my cousin was there. Me and my dad postulated who could it had been or how the money could had been lost. Previously he had the money in a particular case, but then he sold the case with the envelope. However, the case was empty and my dad wouldn’t fuck up like that, not with that kind of money. He thought it could had been three people. All cousins. One who had just bought a new car, another who had recently gotten a bike, or the cousin in question. I told my dad that the one with the car was working already and his dad gave him a hefty down payment for him, and the other one with the bike was borrowing it for an extended period of time. That left the cousin and I had to ask him. He gave me the, “I would never do that to your dad bro, he’s like a dad to me”
When my mom had “lost” the other money he had been there as well and I had left him home alone because I had school or had to run a few errands. And for the 60 bucks, he did stay up late alone so nobody would know if he took it or not.
Recently I just learned that my aunt who lives outside LA and where my cousin now lives has mysteriously lost 1000+ dollars. My uncle gave here a envelope with cash to put it away, and my aunt put it in a envelope in a cajon next to where she sleeps. It was later found out to be missing. Money has never been lost with those two, but now that he lives there money is suddenly dissapearing. IIRC, my mom said that she outright blamed him, but hasn’t confronted him about it.
In Utah, my uncle got him a job at the Verizon distribution center. My cousin told me he quit that job because he dind’t like the hours or pay, and was homeless for a while because my uncle kicked him out for not having rent money on time. Well, my uncle says that he didn’t quit, but was fired because there where several missing phones from packages he was in charge of processing. Nobody over here knew my uncle had gotten him that job, they only knew he worked at walmart. He was also “unjustly” fired from walmart as well, as well from a city landscaping job that payed 17$ an hour.
There are other situations that support the thief hypothesis because I’ve caught him lying, have several reference stories that point to him being a pathological liar and he always presents himself as a victim of unfair irrationality when things go bad. He had told me once how when he came back from Utah and was living with his parents, he was working at a packing plant in compton. He would often get out late at night and needed a ride home. He told me how my aunt from one day to the next told his sister that she can’t pick him up anymore and he needs to find a way home on his own. He also told me that they wouldn’t let him in, or that they would tell him that he needs to stop laying around and do something with his life. Just based on how he phrased his story, I was under the assumption that she wanted him out and was doing things to drive him out of the house without her having to tell him.
Well, that was a lie. I went and visited my aunt one day with my mom because my grandparents where there, and the two where talking about him. It turns out that my cousin was telling his sister to go pick him up, but would do overtime so she would be waiting alone in a parking lot around 11-12 by herself for a few hours. And when she started going late because she didn’t feel safe and didn’t want to wait, he would throw a bitch fit in the car and at home about why she was late, that he had told her I was going to be out by this time and she needed to be there. And this wasn’t the only story like that. He had told me sob stories before, and then when I heard the other side from my mom or sister, the stories collaborated, but there was always his attitude that he didn’t tell me off. He phrased his stories in a such a way that he was the victim for no good reason. I had suspected that he was a pathological liar for a while but I have more than enough proof to not trust him anymore. My sister told me that before he left to my other aunts house, my aunt had bought him a shit ton of school supplies because he wanted to go back to school and be an engineer. Well, a week later, she found all the stuff she bought him in the trash and he was gone and never said bye. Even if she was “bad”, that’s pretty fucked up to do something like that to somebody who still cares enough to pay for your stuff like that.
When he was in Utah he told me he was “flirting” with some broad that was married, his boss gave him shit and almost fired him. I had asked him if that female was anybody to the boss, and he said no, just the wife of a family friend Later that year, I find out that he got some girl pregnant, but he wasn’t fired, he quit his job due to unfair wage practice and unpaid overtime. When I asked him wtf was going on, he said he was fucking the sister of his boss who was, surprise surprise, married. I find out later that he had been flirting with her for a while, and started spending a lot of time he shouldn’t have with her, and the timeline overlaps to the time he told me he almost got unjustly fired.
I’ve put up with his stories becasue they didn’t affect me, and if he was lying what do I care. He’s the one who has to suffer and deal with his fuckups. That’s his problem not mine.
I don’t want to talk to him, but at the same time I grew up with this guy and its hard to turn my back on him like this. And although I have enough supporting evidence to confirm suspicions, it’s not hard proof that he’s stolen cash at least from my parents. Yet, it’s not uncommon for folks to steal from those they “pretend” to love or care about. If I confront him about it, ill never get a satisfactory answer, yet I wouldnt’ doubt if he took that shit. However, if my mom asks my aunt if she ever had the problem of “dissaperaing” money when he still lived there, then that’s really it.
I’m pretty sure this was written this way just to spite me. It worked. This is stupidly written that i spilt coke on my shirt.
Hope you get stopped and frisked by NY finest and they take you in for not having a concealed carry permit for your aids ridden asshole and that after you post bail three dominicans beat you outside the station with plantains.
When you’re at home, crying because your baby girl out there banging me in 18 years, I want you to think back on this one post right here and realize it was all your fault.