Karma strikes. My fifth grade classmate, he thought I was his toy. In some ways, I was. He brought me to a tree and sat on my lap. He just sat still, nothing freaky, though it was freaky. He used me bad. But I was vulnerable and did not know how to receive any other kind of attention other than weird, thanks to my p**** dad. I renew my f*** you for ’21 dad! My classmate became a loser fuckup into middle age. His loser life was exposed all over the news after an arrest. All those decades passed and he was still a useless drain on society. I experienced pleasure on seeing him publicly humiliated in the news.
