Today, I had an epiphany while walking in Jersey. I passed a locally-owned children's toy store, and upon viewing the porcelain dolls and deformed dinosaurs I felt the disgusting taste of nostalgia climbing my throat. You see, my parents never bought me toys when I was a child. Actually, they did for a short while until they realized anything they purchased would soon be... well, to summarize it, I enjoyed making adjustments to the original design. I had a fancy for removing limbs, eyes, hair and once I even managed to bake my younger sister's favorite Barbie in the oven at 400 degrees to test if it was volatile concerning extreme temperatures. I fed the disfigured remains of the melted test subject to the family dog, while allowing my sister the pleasure of watching from across the room.
As much as I despise my family I must admit that I am fond of these childhood memories. At a young age, I was fascinated by blood, teardrops, sowing needles, internal organs, dissection, the effects of blunt force trauma, chemical poisons and toxins, and the human body in general. I found pleasure in studying pain, and how pain is caused. I pursued these things into adulthood.
This was the first step along the path of enlightenment: realizing that organisms are made to be disassembled. Now, examining the clock, I realize there is still business to be dealt with. Look at me, sitting at a laptop writing while there is a task to be done.
I have a date with a beautiful young Lady.
Till next time,