Doctors classified it as a severe case of haematodipsia. Family said it was a freak emo phase.
I call it my sweet obsession
Jhett Kingston has a mental disorder technically known as haematodipsia. It is the dipsia- or condition of thirsting- for th...
"Mommy, wha' is dat?" I pointed one pudgy finger at the picture in my mythical creatures picture book. I couldn't read what most of the words said so I didn't know what it was called.
Mommy glanced at the book from where she sat next to me. We were on a subway headed to the closest airport. I didn't know why we left home. It was warm and comfortable. I also didn't know why mommy was crying and muttering about daddy.
Where was daddy?
The subway screeched to a stop and the doors slid open, letting in the masses of New York citizens like dust sucked in by a vacuum. Mommy pulled me onto her lap as an elderly woman came in. The woman thanked her briefly before she sat down. Her creaky joints shook momentarily before settling down into a comfortable angularity.
Mommy looked at the picture book. She gave me a tired smile before saying, "That's a bad guy. It's called a vampire. Can you say that, baby? Vam-pi-er."
"Bamper? Is callda bamper?" I gazed up at her in confusion. She shook her head with a worn out laugh.
"No, baby. But that's close enough. Go to sleep, give me the book." I gave her my picture book and snuggled into mommy's side. The bamper had looked scary. It was a pale man with something red streaming down from his sharp toothed mouth. But something about it was cool. Maybe that's because all bad guys look cool.
But why was the bamper a bad guy?
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