I can’t. Every fucking night they come and bother me about “posting hog posting hog”. I don’t even know what that means nowadays. I hide myself under the sheets but that only makes them come closer. “Pig poop balls pig poop balls”. LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE. I’m tired of hearing about this pig shit. Every day, my head bumping and pulses about posting hog. I can’t think. I can barley breathe. They come to me at my work. Pull me aside. Show me pictures of pigs with oversized balls with shit on top of them. I can’t take it no more. My eyes feel unclean. If pork if unclean than so is the ball of pig I tell myself. I rub isopropyl alcohol onto my eyes just to get the filth of hog out, only then I feel clean.

They mock me. Tell me “oink oink” “post hog oink oink”. Every fucking day I almost die from drowning in the hog.