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  My scoutmaster’s house was a fucking pigsty. I still remember the smell and piles of junk… The man had it out for me and was a pretty sad sack for zeroing in on a child while he was in his 50s. He used to rail on me for kicks and is the reason I left the scouts; made life but then said no. Now his disgusting ass house is in my rearview mirror while I still live rent free in his tiny brain. I make more in a year than his stunted ass made in a decade while I hear tales of him mentioning me to n...