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Mass Murderer’s Imaginary Menagerie! That’s the headline that accompanies my reveal of the Grotesque Infection during my trial. The catchy title does a good job of making me out to look like a lunatic. The article itself is farce. The journalist, David House, wrote it as if I am suggesting a microbial alien invasion of fungus people landed in my backyard. It reads like a smug movie review. He even compares my defense to an M. Night Shyamalan film.
The jury is expected to remain impartial and not be swayed the media. But the week after “Mass Murderer’s Imaginary Menagerie!” made the front page of the Star Telegram the prosecution compares my every word to various movies.
“I never said anything about trees exacting revenge!” Standing trial sucks. It’s long and pointless and entirely unfair. I didn’t get to go home and rest between court hearings. Which would make sense since I’m allegedly innocent until pr
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The palpability of the Texas sun covered my skin like burning oil. Nothing prepared me for the dramatic change in climate when we arrived to the state by train two months prior. Even still, my body refused to adjust to the summer heat.
I sat in the back of Val’s ’04 mint green Mustang to make room for our neighbor, a short guy named Isaac. Overdressed, Isaac climbed into the car, parting a suit jacket as he sank into the front seat. He always wore a vest and scarves, even in the hundred-degree heat. His dark hair swooped to the side with a cavernous part about an inch over his right ear. He looked a few years older than my uncle and myself, and in spite of his flamboyant appearance, seemed worldlier than someone our age typically does.
“I loathe this one, Jacob,” Eat’em plugged his nose and pointed to Isaac with his tail. He crossed over the dash, hopped onto the center console, and leapt onto my lap in the back seat. He climbed my shoulde