Mean AF

I think these parents I know killed their teen kid IRL. It just came to me the other night. I told my wife about it. I know there's no statute of limitations so I don't give a fuck if those folks get in trouble. Here's the deal: I used to smoke weed with this kid. Heavy kid. Like 17 or 18 at the time. This was in Portland, in like 1987. Yeah, I know. I'm old. Fuck off. I'm also a Christian. I'll pray for you. So this kid was a mean bastard. Only child. Used to torture his pets. Sat and smoked weed and fucked with his pets. Total serial killer shit. His cat was mean af because this kid rubbed cayenne pepper in its eyes, for instance.

So. Kind of out of nowhere he and his dad go on a mountain bike ride. I didn't even know the fat evil fuck rode a bike, but off they went. Story goes he died of a heart attack. Dad says the fat kid rides way off ahead and loses the dad. Dad finds him laying and dead. Remote location, so. Immediately afterwards they rented a drop box and filled it with all of his shit. Completely emptied their home of his shit. Put the pets down. Moved on. Suspicious as fuck, huh?

I forget his name. As a pothead skater we stuck to mono-syllables and nicknames but I think his name was pothead Nate. I'll try and think about it. Funny how it came to me. Wife and I were in the kitchen shooting the shit and it came to me out of left field. Boom. I'll bet you his folks put him down because they knew he was a fucking monster.

In the old days that's what you'd do, right? Take him for a walk and put him down?

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