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Hi, I'm Aaron Rushton. Almost everybody I know either wants to shoot me or wants to hug me. And at times, both.

Tuesday, November 04, 2003

If I were to stick with the italic edit thing, this whole article would be in italics. It never saw the Bison.

What you are about to read is true. These are actual letters from an unnamed source between a former student and his parents. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. If there are small children present, or if you have a heart condition, please, do not read this article. If you have any information regarding the whereabouts of any of the victims in this story, please, do not hesitate to contact the authorities. You just might save the life of someone you love.

8/27/02
Dear Mom and Dad,
Well, it looks like you don’t have to worry anymore, I got a job! I found a job on the phone here in town. Yeah, I know, go ahead and laugh, I’m a telemarketer. But I’m planning on really just keeping this until I find a better job. It pays pretty good, so it’s worth it. Some people can be a bit rude at times, but I can understand, I’m interrupting their dinner to ask if they want to change their long distance provider. Oh well. Love you both!
Your Loving Son,
Aaron

9/5/02
Dear Mom and Dad,
Hey. New job hunt has come to a screeching halt, nobody else is hiring. I almost think listing a telemarketing company as a reference is bad luck! Ha ha… Oh, well, a job is a job, and I’m managing to pay for most of my necessities myself, so that’s good, right?
Your Son,
Aaron

9/26/02
Mom and Dad,
I think some of the supervisors and managers here don’t really like me all too much. One of them made the throat-slicing movement when I asked if I could go to the restroom. I’m terribly frightened.
Aaron

10/6/02
Mom and Dad,
There’s a new dress code at work now. I don’t really understand why we have a dress code when we’re on the phone with people, but anyway, we all have to wear these white shirts with big red concentric circles on the front and back. For some reason, they make me uncomfortable. I feel like I’m being constantly watched.
Aaron

10/28/02
Mom and Dad,
My friend Billy said something about trying to find another job. I guess they heard him. We didn’t see Billy at work for about three weeks, and then he came back with patches of hair missing, drool running down his cheek, and a lack of ability to form coherent sentences apart from the telemarketing script.
Aaron

11/7/02
Mom and Dad,
I just realized where I recognized my boss from. I think I saw him on an episode of COPS one time.
Aaron

12/5/02
Mom and Dad,
I’m sorry I didn’t call on grandma’s birthday. I think they’ve bugged my room. I heard two of the managers talking and they quoted me word for word from the last phone call I had with Duane. Keep the doors at home locked and don’t let the dog outside at night.
Aaron

12/19/02
Mom and Dad,
Sorry I couldn’t come home for Christmas, but somebody cut the brake lines on my car and left a telephone sitting next to the tires with a note saying that if I called the police, they’d know about it. I can’t go back in the dorm. It’s cold. So very cold.
Aaron

4/6/03
I quit the job 3 months ago, and they’ve been after me ever since. Can’t use names, can’t leave anything they can trace. You have no son. Burn this.

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