Part One
This is a story about a girl named Astrid, and a boy named Filbert Kim.
Astrid was a foster child who grew up getting gang raped like most kids play tag. She lost her virginity at age four to her foster brother, who was chopping wood, and when she asked to help, called her a stupid baby. Then he raped her and dumped her in a kiddie pool. It didn’t get any better for twenty years until she booked a couple commercials and a TV pilot and came out to LA. The pilot didn’t work out– they never do, but she stayed. She ended up being a hooker for a while for some Russian guys off craigslist, sucking old Indian perverts’ musky rotten spice-smelling dicks. And that’s how she became the type of person who was of interest to Filbert Kim.
Filbert Kim was a lawyer. He had gotten into Harvard but blew his admission by writing a snarky letter to the student council or something, so he went to the University of California instead. He was Korean, as you can tell by his last name. Which means go ahead and google Filbert Kim; you’ll never find him. There are fifteen Filbert Kims in his Berkeley graduating class alone. He got good grades as an undergraduate. He did well in law school. He got a job as an associate at one of those firms that are in a skyscraper in LA and made an awful lot of money. He got married, to another Korean, which is how you know he couldn’t have been happy. They had a dog. It was a small white dog suitable for elderly women and gays, so it had a grandiose name to the tune of “Brutus” or “El Conquistador.” The wife’s mother moved in with them and he paid for both their cars, their gas, their insurance, the whole mortgage. This is how you know he was not happy. He did everything his parents told him to do in life and look where it got him. The mother in law was a shrew. She followed them everywhere. Thank God they didn’t have kids. Continue reading
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