Businessmen and husbands
We used to go to Old Saybrook
for a week in the summer, as kids
with our parents. One summer
my dad let my turtle go, because
he said that I was not taking care
of it. I think that
he was full of shit
and just didn’t want the turtle in
his house. There were always kids
at the pier, on the beach, cruel kids,
who would hang string attached to
bait into the water to catch crabs.
They would then pull the legs off
of the crabs and burn their bodies
by holding a magnifying glass to
the poor things. Can you imagine
what type of businessmen and
husbands these kids turned out to be?
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