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One thing I know about Narcisa is her deadly fear of doctors, hospitals and a long-standing fervent hatred for anything in any way reminiscent of the dirty, noisy, violent state-run ‘clinics’ and fanatical, prison-like young Christian concentration camps that had traumatized her. Terrible administered hell holes that her ignorant old Born-Again failure of a mother had callously booted her into from an early age.
A convenient alternative to giving her children the kind of love and attention and protection and support all kids deserve but very few actually get from so-called parents.
There are few people on this earth or Hell below who I have more contempt for than Narcisa’s arrogant, hypocritical, insane old Bible-spewing cow of a mother. If it was up to me, violent, negligent, abusive parents like her would all be lined up and shot, which would also neatly take care of at least three quarters of the world’s overflowing population…
Narcisa has told me again and again over the years how she’d rather die than ever go to the hospital. And I must admit it really made for an impressive sort of gutter-punk bravado to hear her say it so valiantly. I even find it admirable, given her background. I could certainly sympathize and get where she’s coming from, despite the infuriatingly twisted rationale she seems to just automatically throw at every problem that comes her way. Let’s just hope she doesn’t plan on becoming deathly ill any time soon.

Copyright Jonathan Shaw 2008.

NOTIFICAÇÃO: Os eventos relatados neste site são contos de ficção registrados na Biblioteca Nacional com todos os direitos autorais revertidos ao autor Jonathan Shaw. Os personagens mencionados são inteiramente fictícios. Certos eventos, personagens, lugares e relatos, foram baseados em fatos reais, porém qualquer semelhança a qualquer pessoa viva ou morta se trata de pura coincidência. As várias fotografias apresentadas se encontram com o rosto distorcido para preservar o anonimato das modelos que representam personagens fictícios.