texts: Yeah?  What happened? </s> <s> He hated everything I did.  Hated me. Got drunk and beat the shit out of me, daily... </s> <s> What happened? </s> <s> I killed him.  When I was 15.  He was my first.  Nah, wishful thinking.  Liver cancer. </s> <s> I'm sorry.
labels: Don't be.  I never saw him after I was 15.  Went into the military early.  So all this talk about "my job's temporary, I got big plans," it's all bullshit.