Richard Ramirez's entire life.

His mother worked a dangerous job in an industrial plant. She lost several pregnancies and at least one of her children was born profoundly disabled.

His father was an a*****e POS. His whole family was beaten and a****d by this man. RR witnessed his father violently r*ping his mother more times than he could recall in interviews.

His uncle was a sadist and Vietnam war vet. He showed RR multiple explicit pictures of him r*ping and/or k*****g Vietnamese women and children. He would also wax poetic about his k*****g process and the thrill he felt at other's terror.

And as the cherry on top, he was concussed more times than he could recall in interviews. Not always by his father, but most of the time.

Robert Durst, a real estate heir worth hundreds of millions, agreed to be interviewed for an HBO docuseries called The Jinx while being linked to multiple m*rders. In the final episode, he forgot his mic was still on, went to the bathroom, and muttered to himself "What the h**l did I do? K****d them all, of course." He was arrested the morning the episode aired.

Went to a home improvement store and asked an employee where the 5 gallon buckets were. She asked me to describe them.

Legit looked for hidden cameras.

I was one of those people with an underlying condition during covid. Didn't know it at the time. I am permanently f****d now. Sometimes I wish it had just taken me out. If that wasn't enough, I get judgmental stares for wearing a mask in public. *It's almost as if I have to or something.* it's like people expected us to just d*e and it makes them uncomfortable that some of us didn't and are suffering now. I've literally been purposely coughed on **twice**, and that is not a unique experience. Some people are nice, but it opened my eyes to how truly pathological a lot of people are. I consistently see at least one person grimace in my direction every single time I'm out in public. The way the public views sick and disabled people could not be more clear. They do not care about us, and in fact, a lot of people would be happy to watch us d*e. Getting sick fundamentally changed the way I see the world. No one gives a f**k about anything until it affects them personally. Also, the fact that an entire party managed to politicize a deadly virus and targeted hate campaigns against masks and vaccines, was and is disgraceful. From the bottom of my heart, f**k you MAGA. I'm not a "I don't wish this on my worst enemy" type of person now, I sincerely hope it happens to all of them. Maybe then they would understand.

So yeah, I have a "this can't be real life" moment at least once every single day. I'm 27 and use a f*****g shower stool. My body doesn't let me forget, and neither does society.

This was cathartic to write, thanks for the question.

1. The total eclipse.

2. Had to get a second opinion from a GYN when my PCP thought she saw something abnormal during an exam. The earliest appointment was on Halloween. The receptionist told me I could come in a costume but I thought “Nah…we’re doing a biopsy. Don’t feel like talking about the C word while I’m in a costume.” I show up and the entire office is done up like Barbie and they’re all dressed like specific Barbies (the movie had come out that year). So my GYN comes in dressed like classic Barbie with the black and white stripes and cats eye glasses. She has a medical student and an MA with her, each dressed like a Barbie. She starts looking and goes “hmmm. That’s weird. Go get Dr. So and So.” (Side note: when two doctors make that statement, it’s not reassuring…) So the other doctor comes in and she’s got two people with her - all dressed like Barbies. So at one point, I have six Barbies all bent over starting in my hoo-hah and I’m in stirrups staring at the ceiling going “Is this a fever dream?” Everything is fine. No cancer. But that certainly felt surreal.

Standing in line at walgreens at 2am buying only a single can of beans and the guy behind me had the exact same can. same brand same weird look in his eyes. we just nodded at each other like two soldiers who’d seen too much. never spoke. never forgot each other.

I was driving home late one night at around midnight. There was a very thick fog out to the point where I couldn’t see more than a few feet away from my car. I was driving incredibly slowly. I came up to a stop sign and when I came to a stop an old man slowly crossed the street in front of me heading towards the waterfront. Behind him there were about 60 ducks all walking in a straight line. The old man never turned to my car or acknowledged me in any way.

I was hiking alone and suddenly a man was approaching from the other direction. It was Buffalo Bill from Silence of the Lambs. There was nowhere to go and nothing to do but keep walking towards him. As the actor Ted Levine passed me, he gave me an expression that said, “Yes, I am him and no, I’m not going to kidnap and k**l you.”.