Why, Dear God, Why?

by Hugh
(West Virginia)

Hi, I'm Hugh Jass, and I have diabetes. It hurts me to pee, and it causes me to be short with my family. I can't sleep at night. The other day, I stubbed my toe and took it out on the dog. And two weeks ago, I ran out of vanilla ice cream and struck my wife. Then I find out my wife's been dead for six years. Who the hell did I hit?
When I was born, my parents, Melinda and Bill Jass didn't want me. They were opposed to abortion and didn't want the hassle of putting me up for adoption. So, they named me Hugh, Hugh Jass, in the hopes that I would commit suicide later on in life. In order to prevent an emotional attachment to me. They strapped me into a bed for the first nine years of my life and forced me to have sex with a hooker at age 10. While in the bed, I was force fed through a tube and made to watch Pubic Access television all day long.
At age 11, I ran away from home and joined the carnival. My job was to have sex with the clowns so that they wouldn't have to go out into the town and rape little boys and blame it on the local priests. When I was 19, I retired from the circus with Sherri the bearded lady and settled in the mountains of West Virginia.
I am now here sharing my story at age 20 and have no suicidal thoughts. Take that you bitches!!!!