Jan 3, 1988
Your bright ideas always burn me, oh, you should
Come on and walk among us, come on and walk among us
Bad girls, walk among us, come on and walk among us
Oh, honey, there goes your bastard
And all I know
Is if you want it all, my dear
Is if you want it all, my dear, go out and get it
On Jan 3rd, 1988, The Surgeon was transported to the Bahamas, where he was coerced into having intercourse with a prostitute of his jailors' choosing. This woman would become pregnant.
Satisfied with their achievement, his jailors would wipe The Surgeon’s mind, and knock him out - leaving him alone in a hotel room, with a one-way ticket home on January 10th.
The Surgeon would awake confused. He had no recollection of the events, nor the murder spree he had committed.
His mind quickly made sense of the situation. He was The Tradesman, not The Surgeon. His fiance had just left him at the altar.
After the heartbreak, he had returned her wedding ring, and used the money to take this vacation alone.
“Yeah, that makes sense,” his mind told himself.
When The Tradesman returned home, he was greeted by his newly-wed wife. They kissed.
“How was your business trip, honey?” she asked.
“…it went well,” he said, wildly confused.
“That’s great! I’ve missed you,” she said coyly, “Come on. Let’s catch up.”
The Queen dragged her husband into the bedroom.
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You don’t recover from a night like this
A victim, still lying in bed, completely motionless
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets
Barely whisper, “This is so messed up”