I have always felt different. Growing up, I was never like the other boys. When they were playing football I was walking around with my finger up my bum and trying to put m willy in the cat. Daddy would get so angry; "Stoping humping the cat you fucking retard!" he would roar. But I didn't care.
In class the teacher would scold me because I could not colour in between the lines. In fact I could not keep my colouring in the book. Oh I caused such a mess. I would eat my crayons and glue my face to the wall.
When I got older, things got no better. I would often get caught drinking from the toilet and trying to eat my poo. Well, I thought, if my food was so nice the first time it's sure to be nice again the second time.
Puberty is a nightmare when you have Downs Syndrome. I was basically a five year old in the body of a spotty 15 year old goliath with the brutish animal strength of a chimpanzee. I could not help myself. All the pretty girls on my estate would tease me. "Try and catch me you filthy mongoloid" they'd cry, lifting their tops and teasing me in a display of post-pubescent bravado. Of course, being retarded to the point of resembling Quasimodo I could never catch them to explode my pent up spastic sex rage all over their pretty little faces. Cripples, however, are not so fleet-of-foot. I caught this filthy little blond bitch and visited ten fold upon her unformed little body the repressed sexual fury the older girls had built within me. Passers-by rang the police. "Rocky Dennis is raping the one-legged Collins girl", they bellowed. But nothing would abate my assault. Nothing that is, except ice cream.
To this day, I still feel a world of shame when I come face to face with a Wibbly Wobbly Wonder. That, as they say, is the shame of a rapist retard.
