My mom died.

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She was born in 1948 and was the youngest of 6. Her parents, my grandparents were born in Ireland, Limerick (which is funny because I know a guy). My mom was a total piece of shit. She had a hard turn of fate but even before then she was destined to be a piece of shit.

When my mom was 19 she was in the backseat of a car on a summer night and the car she was in collided with another on an upstate NY road. It left her with a mangled right hand that resembles a mutilated dog's paw. Before then she was a model-caliber gorgeous woman. 5'11 blonde, skinny and stupid-eyed. This bitch proceeded to have multiple surgeries and lawsuits and parasitic relationships before she produced me with the worst of the parasites that surrounded her. That was my dad. An ex-marine that was a career criminal. To this day I don't even know if he's still alive but I know he's wanted. He's the one I prefer.

She had me sleeping in bed with her till I was 11.

Anyways she's dead. I didn't go to see her.
 

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