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Originally Posted by cashflyer
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The realization he was an outcast came too late in childhood for Pigpen. By early adolescence he had grown introverted and bitter. How he longed for the normalcy and acceptance his playmates enjoyed! Junior High saw him crawl deep into his shell, and by High School he was utterly alone. It wasn’t until he grew to manhood he began to claw his way back, in his way. Totems representing the happier times began to accumulate around him; a dog looking remarkably like Snoopy, a football which was a favorite of one of his friends; Charles? William? – couldn’t remember and who gives a **** anyway. He even picked up a shirt at Goodwilll that, if he’d been paying any attention at all, was a dead ringer for the one worn by; Stanley? Arthur? Doesn’t matter.