John looked in the mirror with total hatred. Johnny had always hated the way he looked
he wanted to rip his fat dick off and shove it down his tiny little throat, but there was no time for that. He took a long dump, allowing his feces to flow freely from his asshole. He felt a rush at the feeling of wet mush sliding easily from the casam he called his asshole.
He wished though, that that feeling was not the mushy liquid shit that came from his bowels, but the feeling of love entering his heart straight from his fathers mouth.
His father, Donald, was a quiet man until his mid twenties when he started to invest into real estate, that's when things starting to get complicated. Donald was crazed with anger and inspired it into his children every night when he got home, drunk, smelling of cheap pussy and ball sweat. Donald thought that just because he had money, he could hit his wife and children with no consequence.
Donald was a racist man, and what many people would think was gauche, Donald thought was heroic. he would beat any mexican he saw with no mercy, only a lead pipe and the sweat of his saggy cock.
Donald was out for revenge.
You see, when Donald was nothing but a little crust on the side of earths pie, nothing but a little fragment of society, only about 70 pounds when sopping wet, the children would bully him. Donald was born with nothing but two little tufts of soft yellow hair on the sides of head, and the mexican children, with their soft, thick, dark hair, would bully him endlessly, torturing the small little boy. They would call him shit stain and dick wad but their favorite term of hate was "burrito that has been left in the fridge for many days and now has become soggy and the beans are all grey and no one wants to eat it because the avacado has turned brown and now we have to throw it away because it is all slimy and is attracting fruit flies"
Donald hated these names, and little did these children know, they were creating a monster.
