so my dad takes me on a hunting trip, someone bags a deer, and me, being sorta gothie/heavy metally at the time wants to have the skull.
So i cut off the head after they are done dressing it, put it in a garbage bag, take it home to our new house that we just moved in 2 weeks before.
part of getting the skull out involves letting the rest of the shit rot off, stinks like hell and takes a while to decompose, so i try to hurry it up by spraying it with the hose.
so im doing this in the backyard, close to the fence when the new neighbors dogs come out and flip, they know theres a dead thing, and they are barking like nuts, bringing the neighbor out.
This is the first time i ever meet her, and she decides to start yakking it up, apologizing for te dogs, doesn't know what got into them, and talks to me for like 20 minutes.
Ive got the severed rotting deerhead sorta behind me, with the hose spraying over it, trying to i dunno mask the smell, the dogs still going nuts, and all i can think of is "Im like a serial killer trying to act normal talking to the cops while the bodies in the other room",which sorta gets me off, and i turn the conversation to the wierd people who do fucked up shit like kill things and keep thier heads mounted on the wall and how fucked up they are, cause i only went hunting for the scenery
yeah
i love that skull
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