Bringing Smelly Carcass Home
When I was a kid, I used to get teased. A LOT. I walked down back alleyways, trying to avoid the town kids who made fun of me. Looking back, it’s easy to see why they did. I went to school at a Bible Institute. I wore homemade clothes. And ugly glasses. My mom cut my hair. How could they resist? One of the boys named me Smelly Carcass and it stuck. Smelly Carcass! Smelly Carcass! Smelly Carcass! When they laughed at my lunchbox, I tried to break it so my mother would give me