I’m not sure where to begin. The family and I were welcomed into the den of lions. The fact that we escaped with the plastic bags on our heads and electrical cords hanging from our, our, it’s just too horrible to describe. I was bribed with gifts and alcohol. Mostly alcohol. It’s too much to even type right now to be completely honest.
As I gather my thoughts and try to undo the waterboarding I was submitted too. They called it a hot tub. Whatever, calling it a hot tub was just another sick example of their brazen ability to rename things to make them sound humane.
the tears of reliving this nightmare are spilling into the coffee they have given me. No doubt it contains another series of their mind altering drugs that will attempt to release the incredible wisdom I have stored within me
(picture tears…)