Satan's bed.
This is a photo that I took at my mom's house. The year was probably 2018. This is the actual bed where an evil man ripped my soul straight out of my body. The bed is set up in a spare bedroom at my mom's house. My mom even invited me to stay the night and sleep on that bed. My mom looks at this bed as a potential family heirloom. It is her treasure that she will not let go of. She knows exactly what happened to her son on that bed. Mom passed away in 2020 and left everything to my sister. Including the family heirloom bed. I have not been to my mom's house since she passed, but I bet you their trophy isI the centerpiece of the spare bedroom. I always argue the fact that people experiencing homelessness do not choose to be homeless. Instead of sleeping and having the worst memory of my life in the same house that I'm in, I chose to sleep outside! I hate this bed! I hate this bed! I hate this bed! I didn't deserve it! I hate this bed! I hate this bed! I didn't...