Status Updates From Panino al prosciutto

this is … borderline problematic to say the least, however I like how detailed Bukowski describes the lost of innocence and corruption of the mind from the lenses of a small boy

I saw two eyes staring at me. Only the eyes were dark, black, blank... looking at me from underneath a hood, a black hood with a sharp tall peak, like a klansman. They kept staring at me, dark blank eyes, and there was nothing I could do about it. I was truly terrified. I thought, it's God but God isn't supposed to look like that.
It seemed to remain there for hours, just staring at me.
Then it was gone...