memories of things that never happened. Thursday, Dec. 04, 2008 10:08 PM

I was hanging out with my friend, who we will call Ninja, at his family's house, and his mom was my boss (her name is Val) and she ran a business out of the house. Well, one day I got a job working for her, and everything was going well, but I lost my shoe. Turns out one of her employees stole it. I couldn't work without it because, without it, I couldn't be on my feet for long periods of time. So I found the employee that stole it (a black woman) and asked for it back. She turned it into a racial discrimination lawsuit.

So Ninja's mom lost the business and it got taken over by a big group of black women, and I was court-mandated to stay there and work six months for them or something. They began to verbally abuse me, treat me like a slave, sort of Cinderella style. They had a restraining order against Ninja's family, so I would call him but he couldn't do anything about it. And then they began to pick fights with me, beat me up, stuff like that, and I couldn't fight back.

One time, they all ganged up on me and beat the living tar out of me, and I was screaming for help, but no one would help me. I died. And I couldn't wake up from it I was trying and trying, and I couldn't get out, and they kept beating me... I was screaming, I knew I was dead, but they just kept hitting me, and there was nothing I could do.

I woke up and promptly had a break-down.

... Think I need a new job.

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