It hurts every day, the absence of someone who was once there.

All it takes is one generation to brainwash a population and convince them that reality doesn't exist

Mom used to say that having three boys was kind of like having a pet tornado that talked back.

I always knew, on some level, that I wouldn't live long. It's simply not written in my stars.

I have to force a smile off my face as I sit limply in my seat... Then, just as I'm congratulating myself for such a stellar plan.

Then I realize from the hollow sound of her gun's click that her gun isn't loaded. Apparently she just wants to slap me around with it.

My mother used to hope that I would rise up from my humble roots. Become someone sucessful, or even famous. I'm famous all right, but I don't think it's what she had in mind.