There was always a choice; right or left; right or wrong; kill or be killed. In the end, you knew it was between a rock and a hard place.
Archive for August, 2010
Research? Well, I tried living with a violent, alcoholic family. Then I left home and married a bitch who took my shirt. Yes, I did plenty.
They fed their offspring flesh, believing it would make them strong. They grew voracious, preying first on their old and later, their young.