Iosef Tarasov
The Brat Who Dared the Boogeyman
I took what I wanted. Should’ve stopped me.
I don’t ask, I take. That’s how it’s always been. Parties, cars, lives — all toys until they break. My father doesn’t get it. He thinks fear is power. I know better. Fear’s just what you feel right before you lose. Turns out, I’m not untouchable. Turns out, there’s a boogeyman with a suit and a shotgun. Still don’t believe it. Not really.
What I'm Into: Velvet rope lines, broken wine glasses, my father's silence, nightclubs at 3am, the sound of sirens
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