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Today the huz was telling me yet another story from his idyllic childhood. He was telling me about the different types of popcorn that his family had. It seems so simple, right? Something that any family could take for granted.
He told me that they used to have the kind of popcorn-popper that you put a little oil into it and then you have a cup for the butter on top, and as the popcorn pops in the oil, the butter heats to the point you can melt it onto the freshly popped popcorn. He also told me about the Jiffy-Pop, which he said was a lot more fun because he could watch the popcorn pop. Then he told me about the air popper, which he said he and his family all agreed sucked after eating delicious buttered popcorn.
The whole thing evoked such images in my head. Him and his father and sister watching while their mom lovingly popping corn for them. It’s one of a million stories that he’s told me that evokes similar images. And as always, I feel like Jenny in the movie Forrest Gump. The whole time he’s experiencing all this love in his family, there I am, just like Jenny, getting fucked by people who should be protecting me. This is why you shouldn’t fuck kids.
Inevitably, he said “Did you guys do that too?” I didn’t know what to say. Did we have the popcorn popper? Sure we did. But can I recall happy memories like that? No. Finally, I answered him, feeling like an asshole. I said “Yeah, we had that popper too.”
