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06/2008 | Baton Rouge, LA

The human brain was a complex concept

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The human brain was a complex concept. Made up of soft tissue, non-neuronal cells, and blood cells, mostly everyone had the same general makeup.

But yet, people were all so different. If brains are all made of the same thing, why do people think so differently from one another? Act so differently?

What was different about his mind, than yours, when they're both made up of the same thing? Is he crazy, are you crazy? I mean, you do have the same genetic makeup of his brain, he's just-missing a few screws.

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"Where you hiding at lil dude?" A young Kentrell mumbled, walking around the small closet he was locked in.

It was dark, and the only visible light was the minimal glare from the other side of the door. He didn't mind it though, he sort of preferred the dark.

He got on his hands and knees, feeling a small amount of dust grace his palms, and he immediately frowned. He hated dirt.

He dusted his hands in the air, his brown orbs searching through the dark on the floor. It wasn't that much space, so where could he have gone?

"Gotcha'." He smirked, picking up a mouse by its tail, holding it in the air after feeling it run across his shoe.

"Why you keep running from me fa'?" He frowned, sitting down on the ground as the tiny mouse squealed in his grip.

"Momma gone get you. She said them exterminator people came and got all y'all." He told the mouse, although it didn't respond-of course.

"I will make it easy, okay? Promise." He deviously grinned, placing the mouse's tail under his right shoe to hold it in place.

He lifted his left foot, repeatedly smashing it down on the mouse as it let out loud squeaks of pain, before it went silent, and Kentrell kept going.

Within a matter of seconds he'd flattened the mouse completely, the guts splattering out after the skin had ripped.

Kentrell heard footsteps, and he stopped, walking quickly to the closet door and knocking on it.

"Mama I'm in here." He said, hearing heavy locks unlocking.

"Kentrelll? Now how the hell you get in there?" His mom, Sherhonda, slurred heavily after opening the door.

"You put me inside. Again." He mumbled, closing the door before she could see what he had done.

"Come the fuck on. We got shit to do." She stumbled out of his room, falling in the hallway, making him frown.

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