Come join. Get a free toaster, & PTSD, indefinitely.
You're already a victim, I'm sure. I wish I could say it was exclusive. But , we all know it's not. None of the members know of the other members, until it's too late. Jesus. You might not know the club even exists. But, trust. It resonates through your everyday life. It has probably affected your life, even if its in just minute ways. Your friend didnt see you tonight, because of The Club.
When I first realized how many "sisters" & "brothers", I had, it was a rude awakening. Slightly, bittersweet. Knowing how many members there were, but, they are all so dear to me, now. I feel honored & ridiculous, knowing that I'm part of such a guild. We have tricks to our trades. We mastered the art of being deceived. We are the greatest of craftsmen. I've seen this club break the strongest of it's members, including myself.
Thanks for everything. I've learned all the lessons, needed, from The Club.
To all of you, who are still members: despite the emotional eggshells you walk on, despite the Italian influence, this isn't the mafia. You can leave whenever you want. It's just up to you, whether it's worth it, or not.
For me, it was.
Sincerely, former member, Jefferson Trevor.
Ps. You're nothing like a God. Not to me. Not anymore.
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