http://everything2.com/?node=New%20Writeups%20Atom%20Feed&foruser=Sheltered 2006-08-28T12:58:44Z http://everything2.com/user/Sheltered/writeups/August+28%252C+2006Shelteredhttp://everything2.com/user/Sheltered2006-08-28T12:58:44Z2006-08-28T12:58:44Z <p> First thing's first: my name is <a href="/title/robert+paulson">Becquer Bradley</a>. Rebecca to my mother who named me, Becca to my father who raised me, and Becquer to My Uncle Randy who never did quite shake his Brooklyn accent, the kind where "Soda" inexplicably rhymes with "Boater." Everybody else in the world Calls me Beaker which, at the moment, isn't exactly a whole lot of people. </p> <br> <p align="center"><strong>- - -</strong> </p> <br> <p> I guess some <a href="/title/stories+I+tell">explanations</a> are in order. </p> <p> I spent two months alone in a <a href="/title/bomb+shelter">bomb shelter</a> when I was six years old; two months scooping <a href="/title/fluff">peanut butter</a> out of jars with my fingers. Two months trying to learn how to work a can opener. Two months in the dark because I couldn't reach the light switch. I wish I didn't remember any of it, but it was a hard thing to forget. </p> <p> The scariest part of all that was, the shelter had a <a href="/title/brilliant+simplicity+of+translucent+roofs+on+delivery+trucks%252C+the">skylight</a> built into the roof, six inches&hellip; http://everything2.com/user/Sheltered/writeups/August+25%252C+2006Shelteredhttp://everything2.com/user/Sheltered2006-08-25T12:53:32Z2006-08-25T12:53:32Z <p> I love my Uncle Randy and my Daddy and my Mommy in heaven and my <a href="/title/the+velveteen+rabbit">Lello</a> and my Grammy's <a href="/title/french+toast">french toast</a>. I don't like Mondays because Daddy says they're <a href="/title/Cursive">Cursive</a>. </p> <p> Daddy told me if it got <a href="/title/strangers+in+the+night">loud at night</a> I should go to the special shed in the back because that's where I should go and that I should stop asking questions and just do what he told me to because he's my Daddy and I knows what's I'm talking about and why couldn't you do this one thing just this once for me because it's really not that much to ask and please <a href="/title/trust+me">trust me</a>. </p> <p> Uncle Randy said <a href="/title/Leave+the+kid+alone">Leave the kid alone</a> and nothing's gonna happen anyway and you're such a goddamned <a href="/title/relic">relic</a> and are we outta beer already. </p> <p> Uncle Randy doesn't say Cursive like Daddy. Daddy says he's Not <a href="/title/strangers+on+a+train">A Polite Man</a>. .</p> <p> And later the sun came out <a href="/title/night+light">AT NIGHT!</a> and the windows shook and I went to hide under the bed but I Know What's I'm Talking About and&hellip;