P. Bateman
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I'm going to offer up a little nugget of my personal life. My middle name, Seth. I was named after my Grandmother's brother. I don't know why my Mother choose that name, see, he was a pimp. No word of a lie. He ran a whore house in Montreal. On top of being a pimp he was gay, and very flamboyant. He was also a racist, as was my Grandmother and all her brothers and sisters. I remember visiting Montreal, he lived in a high-rise; some high floor, I can't remember which. I recall things. I remember we were going to take the elevator up to his apt. There was a black man on the elevator, Seth refused to get on, he said "I don't want any coal dust on me".
The kicker was one night, we're all out on the town and a black man called him a faggot. He beat that man to near death. I remember the man begging him to stop. The rest of my family felt he was totally justified, how dare a Ni**er even speak to Seth. There were other things, too many to get in to.
A homosexual pimp, a racist?
Now I'm older and I have distanced myself from my family, most of them are dead anyhow. Now all I can think of when I hear racial slurs is my white trash heritage and that poor man begging him to stop.
I apologize if I offended anyone, I just get upset.
The kicker was one night, we're all out on the town and a black man called him a faggot. He beat that man to near death. I remember the man begging him to stop. The rest of my family felt he was totally justified, how dare a Ni**er even speak to Seth. There were other things, too many to get in to.
A homosexual pimp, a racist?
Now I'm older and I have distanced myself from my family, most of them are dead anyhow. Now all I can think of when I hear racial slurs is my white trash heritage and that poor man begging him to stop.
I apologize if I offended anyone, I just get upset.