Clark Fredericks

You know, like I came home from college one time and picked up my buddies and we went out to a bar and there all of a sudden I got a hand on my shoulder.

hey pal, how you doing?

And I'm like, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.

And like, I chug my beer and I go to my friends, like, we're out of here.

They're like, we just got here.

Like, I took two sips out of my beer.

I'm like, look, I'm driving.

You can either stay or you're going with me, but I don't want to be, like, there's no women here.

Like, we got to go find where the women are.

And they're like, all right, whatever, let's go.

So they chugged their beers and they followed me out.

But it's been at least 10 years since I've seen him.

And he sees me and he's instantly like, Clark, hey!

And I'm like, oh my God.

And I know he's gonna come over and like hug me or shake my hand or something.

And what was different this time from all the other times I had seen him is that he had a young boy about the age he raped me at by his side.

And that young boy called him the same nickname he used to make me call him when I was that age.

And I heard that nickname and I saw that boy and it just ripped open that box I had put inside me 30 years ago.

And I left all my stuff on the coffee counter and I ran out of there.

He was like coming towards me and I ran out of there and we shoulder bump.