Death Bear

"Death Bear will take things from you that trigger painful memories and stow them away in his cave where they will remain forever allowing you to move on with your life."
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"Mom? Mom? Look, I… No, it’s Bobby. I’m … Jesus. I’m sorry, sometimes she doesn’t recognize me after lunch unless she’s had her pills. Mom? Mom? Mom, look at me. No, that’s not the remote. That’s not the remote, Mom. GOD! DAMNIT! Give me the spoon, Mom. Give it. I just… I want her… I want her to know it’s Ok. Listen to me. Mom? Listen. See this… one sec… see this? This is Death Bear, Mom. He’s going to… no, no, Gina and I were divorced three year ago. Listen. LISTEN! Listen to me, this is Death Bear and you’re going to go with him for a trip and… yes, you can take that. Yes, there you go. Ok. Ok, now. Bye bye. Yes, I’ll feed the birds. Ok. I’ll… right. Yes. There you go. I SAID I WOULD FUCKING FEED THE BIRDS, MOM! GOD… Ok. Just… Ok. Good. Bye bye now. Bye bye. Ok."

*This post was adapted from a comment I originally posted on The Awl.