Geo: Their drinks to my drinks feels different,I'll stomach a stammering teaspoon full,but Roach laps up half the half bottle.He slups glass for glass with the best.
I sidled in, easy, the taxi with a hammer,harsh, in my pocket. See, as a wed man,I don't care if I wear uglified overalls.But I ain't gonna hear my child starve.
I had the intention to ruck some money.In my own heart, I had that, to rape money,because I was fucked, in my own heart.I took scared, shaking inside of me.
I knows Fredericton reporters can provezoot-suit vines style not my viciousness.I was shaking all that evening, my mind,shaking. But my child was hungered.
Have you ever gone in your life, goingtwo days without eating, and wheneveryou get money, you're gonna eat and eatregardless of all the bastards in Fredericton
was bust in the head, skull jimmied open?This is what I'm sermonizing in English:homemade brew, dug up fresh, tastes likemolasses. We had some. Some good.
Logic does not break down these things, sir.If I hadn't dropped the hammer, laughing,Silver would be laughing now. Laughing. Silvermoon and snow dropped on the ground.
Two pieces of bone driven two inchesdeep in his brain. What's deeper still?The bones of the skull were bashedinto the brain. Blood railed out.
I was so mixed up, my mind bent crooked.Silver's neck, face, and hand bleached cold.Inside the sedan 19-black-49 sobbing Ford.Outside, snow and ice smelling red-stained.
I ain't dressed this story up. I am enoughdisgraced. I swear to the truths I know.I wanted to uphold my wife and child.Hang me and I'll not hold them again.
