Always the dark kid, mad at something…sunshine, other children’s voices. Mad at toys. Mad at the television. He was a kid stabbing walls with a pocket knife and mad that he couldn’t punch the house down, mad he was afraid to burn the fucker. Right down, Mom and all. Mad something inside said, “Noâ€. With that voice he would never conquer anything.
Where do you think that house is going? You should stow away in it; looks like a pretty cool place.
Comment by Lyle_S — August 17, 2006 @ 7:49 pm