“The angriest I ever got,” she said, “Was with an ex-boyfriend, of course. I just wanted him to die. But like, not casual wanting him to die. Really, really wishing with all my might that he’d drop dead. I felt I couldn’t go on living as long as I knew he was alive. I had to do something about it. I was literally about to explode. So, to prevent that, I got dressed and despite the rain and all I went straight to the nearest pet shop. Bought me a hamster. And with a red marker, I wrote my boyfriend’s name on its back. And then slammed that hamster against the wall 134 times. For the 134 hours we’d been together. I calmed down after that. But, you know, I don’t like talking about myself all that much. Tell me about yourself. Also, what should we get from the menu? Have you decided yet?”
It wasn't looking good at all the framed picture of Jesus had cuts all over it On the face In the hair On the hands joined in prayer And the eyes were crossed out deep and cut out
why would he do that? Why would a five year old do that to the gift he got from grandma? Was the child possessed? Oh, God! Was the child possessed by the devil?
They took him to church to find out and the priest asked him why did he cut the Jesus in the framed picture and the kid said, "I wanted a bike, not a stupid picture!"
"He is definitely possessed," said the priest "You'll have to bring him to church every Thursday and Sunday. And I will give you further instructions."
Grandma fainted mother broke down crying
Father got him a bike actually. But mother and grandma made sure it won't reach him. Because father left mother and went away to live a life of sin with another woman. All ties had to be cut with that sinner. The bike was donated to a foster home where the nuns pasted a picture of Jesus on the basket to protect the rider from accidents But the first kid who rode it fell off while climbing a slope and the bike slid across the asphalt leaving deep scratches into the face of Jesus
Daydreaming as a profession 