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kristin · 12-25-2002, 10:43 PM

I started reading the book A Boy Called It a couple of hours ago and couldn't put it down....It's about an abused child and it just floors me how poorly his mother treated him. Fucked up.

Zoe_Zoebaboe · 12-25-2002, 10:44 PM

Yeah, i had to read that extra slow, it was emotionally overbearing.

kristin · 12-25-2002, 10:47 PM

I wanted to cry after reading the first 7 pages...

Spoonie Luv · 12-25-2002, 10:48 PM

sounds too depressing to read. Is it non-fiction?

ldinternet · 12-25-2002, 10:48 PM

When I picked it up, I couldn't put it down either. And I'm no book fan. It's an amazing true story, the sequel is weaker than the first but still a very good read.

Has anyone read A Man Named Dave or Help Yourself?
What did you think of them?

Fletch XXX · 12-25-2002, 10:48 PM

cry cry my darling.

kristin · 12-25-2002, 10:54 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by ldinternet
When I picked it up, I couldn't put it down either. And I'm no book fan. It's an amazing true story, the sequel is weaker than the first but still a very good read.

Has anyone read A Man Named Dave or Help Yourself?
What did you think of them?

I'm not a reader either, I figure if it is good enough...it will make it to movie. But this was completely different, made me realize how well I grew up.

I now want to read the second and third book....

Spoonie: It's a non-fiction...does anyone else think fiction should mean true and non-fiction mean not true??? Just curious.

pr0 · 12-25-2002, 11:10 PM

why do people read depressing things?...why can't people just read & watch comedies...i swear people thrive on misery

ldinternet · 12-25-2002, 11:29 PM

It's an amazing read. From the book, page 56. Keep in mind this is a little kid:

Mother sensed that I was getting food some way, so she began sprinkling ammonia in the trash can. After that, I gave up on the garbage at the house and focused my sights on finding some other way to get food at school. After getting caught stealing from other kids' lunches, my next idea was to rip off frozen lunches from the school cafeteria.

I timed my restroom break so that the teacher excused me from the classroom just after the delivery truck dropped off a supply of frozen lunches. I crept into the cafeteria and snatched a few frozen trays, then I scurried to the restroom. Alone in the restroom, I swallowed the frozen hot dogs and tater tots in huge chunks so fast almost choked myself in the process. After filling my stomach I returned to the classroom, feeling so proud I fed myself.

As I ran to the house from school that afternoon, all I could think about was stealing food from the cafeteria the next day. Minutes later, mother changed my mind. She dragged me into the bathroom and slugged me in the stomach so hard that I bent over. Pulling me around to face the toilet, she ordered me to shove my finger down my throat. I resisted. I tried my old trick of counting to myself, as I stared into the porcelain toilet bowl, "One ... two ..." I never made it to three. Mother rammed her finger into my mouth, as if she wanted to pull my stomach up through my throat. I squirmed in every direction in an effort to fight her. She finally let me go, but only when I agreed that I would vomit for her.

I knew what was going to happen next. I closed my eyes as chunks of red meat spilled into the toilet. Mother just stood behind me, with her hands on her hips and said, "I thought so. Your father's going to hear about this!" I tensed myself for the volley of blows that I knew was coming, but nothing happened. After a few seconds, I spun around to discover that Mother had left the bathroom. I knew the episode wasn't over. Moments later she returned with a small bowl, ordered me to scoop up the partially digested food out of the toilet and put it in the bowl. Since Father was away shopping at the time, Mother was gathering evidence for his return.

Later that night, after I finished all of my evening chores, Mother had me stand by the kitchen table while she and Father talked in the bedroom. In front of me was the bowl of hot dogs that I had vomited. I couldn't look at it, so I closed my eyes and tried to imagine myself far away from the house. A short time later, Mother and Father stormed into the kitchen. "Look at this, Steve," Mother barked, thrusting her fingers in the direction of the bowl. "So you think The Boy is through stealing food, do you?"

By the look on Father's face, I could tell he was getting more and more tired of the constant "What has The Boy done now" routine. Staring at me, he shook his head in disapproval and stammered, "Well, Roerva, if you would just let The Boy have something to eat."

A heated battle of words broke out in front of me, and as always, mother won. "EAT? You want The Boy to eat, Stephen? Well, The Boy is going to EAT! He can eat this!" Mother yelled at the top of her lungs, shoving the bowl towards me and stomping off to the bedroom.

The kitchen became so quiet I could hear Father's strained breathing. He gently placed his hand on my shoulder and said, "Wait here, Tiger. I'll see what I can do." He returned a few minutes later, after trying to talk Mother out of her demand. By the saddened look on his face, I knew immediately who won.

I sat on a chair and picked the clumps of hot dogs out of the bowl with my hand. Globs of thick saliva slipped through my fingers, as I dropped it into my mouth. As I tried to swallow, I began to whimper. I turned to Father, who stood looking through me with a drink in his hand. He nodded for me to continue. I couldn't believe he just stood there as I ate the revolting contents of the bowl. At that moment, I knew we were slipping further and further apart.

I tried to swallow without tasting, until I felt a hand clamp on the back of my neck. "Chew it!" Mother snarled, "Eat it! Eat it all!" she said, pointing to the saliva. I sat deeper in my chair. A river of tears rolled down my cheeks. After I had chewed the mess in the bowl, I tilted my head back and forced what remained, down my throat. I closed my eyes and screamed to myself to keep it from coming back up into my mouth. I didn't open my eyes until I was sure my stomach wasn't going to reject my cafeteria meal. When I did open them, I stared at Father who turned away to avoid my pain. At that moment I hated Mother to no end, but I hated Father even more. The man who had helped me in the past, just stood like a statue while his son ate something even a dog wouldn't touch.

Fletch XXX · 12-25-2002, 11:34 PM

Ive read far worse things.

Try

The Consumer, by Gira.

Full of twisted stories like that, except in the end, he would have fucked his retarded sister and ate his cum off her lips.

<img src=http://www.younggodrecords.com/images/CDCovers/consumerLrg.gif border="1">

M.Gira started the band Swans

Awesome book full of short stories, but dont read it if you cant handle it. The Dog stories the best.

hahaha

kristin · 12-25-2002, 11:49 PM

There were so many disturbing parts in the book, but what shocked me the most was the father...what the hell is that???

And the part about the diaper and the kid having to literally eat shit.

ldinternet · 12-26-2002, 12:15 AM

Just found this through Shop Smart. I guess it solves all my new years gift problems...

http://www.countrybookshop.co.uk/boo...for=0752852728

hershie · 12-26-2002, 12:32 AM

wow that was a depressing excerpt.

twistyneck · 12-26-2002, 12:35 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by ldinternet
It's an amazing read. From the book, page 56. Keep in mind this is a little kid:

snipped

This just reeks of bullshit. I'd bet it is all made up or at least greatly exaggerated.

ldinternet · 12-26-2002, 12:37 AM

I'm sure he added a few things in, missed a few things out. Still a great read.

twistyneck · 12-26-2002, 12:40 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by ldinternet
I'm sure he added a few things in, missed a few things out. Still a great read.

Yeah it might be a good book but I smell a rat. I'd guess that some therapist got ahold of this guy and helped him "remember" things that never happened. Could be all true though, I just have my doubts.

kristin · 12-28-2002, 09:21 PM

Well, I went and picked up the sequel (The Lost Boy) to this book and read it on the plane. It was good, not as good as the first, but it explained more. I don't think it was a made up story because of the sequel. All in all, good set of books, not sure if I will read the third however.

12-25-2002, 10:43 PM	#1
kristin GOO! Industry Role: Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: Back Home : ) Posts: 9,768	A Boy Called It I started reading the book A Boy Called It a couple of hours ago and couldn't put it down....It's about an abused child and it just floors me how poorly his mother treated him. Fucked up. __________________ Vacares rules. "Usually only fat guys have the kind of knowledge and ability that Kristin has."

12-25-2002, 10:44 PM	#2
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12-25-2002, 10:47 PM	#3
kristin GOO! Industry Role: Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: Back Home : ) Posts: 9,768	I wanted to cry after reading the first 7 pages... __________________ Vacares rules. "Usually only fat guys have the kind of knowledge and ability that Kristin has."

12-25-2002, 10:48 PM	#6
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12-25-2002, 11:10 PM	#8
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12-25-2002, 10:48 PM	#4
Spoonie Luv Confirmed User Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: Crankerville Posts: 1,003	sounds too depressing to read. Is it non-fiction?

12-25-2002, 10:48 PM	#5
ldinternet Confirmed User Join Date: Apr 2001 Posts: 8,245	When I picked it up, I couldn't put it down either. And I'm no book fan. It's an amazing true story, the sequel is weaker than the first but still a very good read. Has anyone read A Man Named Dave or Help Yourself? What did you think of them?

12-25-2002, 11:29 PM	#9
ldinternet Confirmed User Join Date: Apr 2001 Posts: 8,245	It's an amazing read. From the book, page 56. Keep in mind this is a little kid: Mother sensed that I was getting food some way, so she began sprinkling ammonia in the trash can. After that, I gave up on the garbage at the house and focused my sights on finding some other way to get food at school. After getting caught stealing from other kids' lunches, my next idea was to rip off frozen lunches from the school cafeteria. I timed my restroom break so that the teacher excused me from the classroom just after the delivery truck dropped off a supply of frozen lunches. I crept into the cafeteria and snatched a few frozen trays, then I scurried to the restroom. Alone in the restroom, I swallowed the frozen hot dogs and tater tots in huge chunks so fast almost choked myself in the process. After filling my stomach I returned to the classroom, feeling so proud <i>I</i> fed myself. As I ran to the house from school that afternoon, all I could think about was stealing food from the cafeteria the next day. Minutes later, mother changed my mind. She dragged me into the bathroom and slugged me in the stomach so hard that I bent over. Pulling me around to face the toilet, she ordered me to shove my finger down my throat. I resisted. I tried my old trick of counting to myself, as I stared into the porcelain toilet bowl, "One ... two ..." I never made it to three. Mother rammed her finger into my mouth, as if she wanted to pull my stomach up through my throat. I squirmed in every direction in an effort to fight her. She finally let me go, but only when I agreed that I would vomit for her. I knew what was going to happen next. I closed my eyes as chunks of red meat spilled into the toilet. Mother just stood behind me, with her hands on her hips and said, "I thought so. Your father's going to hear about this!" I tensed myself for the volley of blows that I knew was coming, but nothing happened. After a few seconds, I spun around to discover that Mother had left the bathroom. I knew the episode wasn't over. Moments later she returned with a small bowl, ordered me to scoop up the partially digested food out of the toilet and put it in the bowl. Since Father was away shopping at the time, Mother was gathering evidence for his return. Later that night, after I finished all of my evening chores, Mother had me stand by the kitchen table while she and Father talked in the bedroom. In front of me was the bowl of hot dogs that I had vomited. I couldn't look at it, so I closed my eyes and tried to imagine myself far away from the house. A short time later, Mother and Father stormed into the kitchen. "Look at this, Steve," Mother barked, thrusting her fingers in the direction of the bowl. "So you think The Boy is through stealing food, do you?" By the look on Father's face, I could tell he was getting more and more tired of the constant "What has The Boy done now" routine. Staring at me, he shook his head in disapproval and stammered, "Well, Roerva, if you would just let The Boy have <i>something</i> to eat." A heated battle of words broke out in front of me, and as always, mother won. "EAT? You want The Boy to eat, Stephen? Well, The Boy is going to EAT! He can eat this!" Mother yelled at the top of her lungs, shoving the bowl towards me and stomping off to the bedroom. The kitchen became so quiet I could hear Father's strained breathing. He gently placed his hand on my shoulder and said, "Wait here, Tiger. I'll see what I can do." He returned a few minutes later, after trying to talk Mother out of her demand. By the saddened look on his face, I knew immediately who won. I sat on a chair and picked the clumps of hot dogs out of the bowl with my hand. Globs of thick saliva slipped through my fingers, as I dropped it into my mouth. As I tried to swallow, I began to whimper. I turned to Father, who stood looking through me with a drink in his hand. He nodded for me to continue. I couldn't believe he just stood there as I ate the revolting contents of the bowl. At that moment, I knew we were slipping further and further apart. I tried to swallow without tasting, until I felt a hand clamp on the back of my neck. "Chew it!" Mother snarled, "Eat it! Eat it all!" she said, pointing to the saliva. I sat deeper in my chair. A river of tears rolled down my cheeks. After I had chewed the mess in the bowl, I tilted my head back and forced what remained, down my throat. I closed my eyes and screamed to myself to keep it from coming back up into my mouth. I didn't open my eyes until I was sure my stomach wasn't going to reject my cafeteria meal. When I did open them, I stared at Father who turned away to avoid my pain. At that moment I hated Mother to no end, but I hated Father even more. The man who had helped me in the past, just stood like a statue while his son ate something even a dog wouldn't touch.

12-25-2002, 11:34 PM	#10
Fletch XXX GFY HALL OF FAME DAMMIT!!! Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: that 504 Posts: 60,840	Ive read far worse things. Try The Consumer, by Gira. Full of twisted stories like that, except in the end, he would have fucked his retarded sister and ate his cum off her lips. <img src=http://www.younggodrecords.com/images/CDCovers/consumerLrg.gif border="1"> M.Gira started the band <i>Swans</i> Awesome book full of short stories, but dont read it if you cant handle it. The Dog stories the best. hahaha __________________ Want an Android App for your tube, membership, or free site? Need banners or promo material? Hit us up (ICQ Fletch: 148841377) or email me fletchxxx at gmail.com - recent work - About me

12-25-2002, 11:49 PM	#11
kristin GOO! Industry Role: Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: Back Home : ) Posts: 9,768	There were so many disturbing parts in the book, but what shocked me the most was the father...what the hell is that??? And the part about the diaper and the kid having to literally eat shit. __________________ Vacares rules. "Usually only fat guys have the kind of knowledge and ability that Kristin has."

12-26-2002, 12:15 AM	#12
ldinternet Confirmed User Join Date: Apr 2001 Posts: 8,245	Just found this through Shop Smart. I guess it solves all my new years gift problems... http://www.countrybookshop.co.uk/boo...for=0752852728

12-26-2002, 12:32 AM	#13
hershie Confirmed User Join Date: Jun 2002 Posts: 4,642	wow that was a depressing excerpt.

12-26-2002, 12:37 AM	#15
ldinternet Confirmed User Join Date: Apr 2001 Posts: 8,245	I'm sure he added a few things in, missed a few things out. Still a great read.

12-28-2002, 09:21 PM	#17
kristin GOO! Industry Role: Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: Back Home : ) Posts: 9,768	Well, I went and picked up the sequel (The Lost Boy) to this book and read it on the plane. It was good, not as good as the first, but it explained more. I don't think it was a made up story because of the sequel. All in all, good set of books, not sure if I will read the third however. __________________ Vacares rules. "Usually only fat guys have the kind of knowledge and ability that Kristin has."