It was one of those dreadful family reunions, where as a child the main objective is to avoid being made to dance with Granny Gaunt, her palsied talons clutching you, the loose skin of her neck way too close. Some parts of her skin are like the leather of a purse, some parts are as thin as paper. I remember food smells, horrid picnic foods, mysterious fruity punch I never had at home, with pieces of fruit floating in it like bright turds. Later, television with other kids I barely know, I don't know where they buy those clothes, we don't have those stores. You are wearing those clownish pants on a dare. Richard Dawson on Family Feud, looking like he wants to tie you up and stuff you in the trunk of a car. I'm fairly confident that I was raped repeatedly by Richard Dawson. Dawson: "Name something you take." Show me advantage! 42. Show me pity! 15. Show me umbrage! X. These contestants look familiar. Why was I watching distant members of my family on television at a family reunion? Does everyone simply look alike? I might be a contestant without knowing it. Later I slink away and find a crawlspace, wanting to be alone with my ungenerous feelings. I hear muffled voices through the wall.