The funny thing is, she said, that I still love him. I don’t want to—he butchered my mother and my little brother, then blew his own head off—but I still find that, when I think about him, I still feel some love. Pathetic, isn’t it?
Gary A. Braunbeck
The funny thing is, she said, that I still love him. I don’t want to—he butchered my mother and my little brother, then blew his own head off—but I still find that, when I think about him, I still feel some love. Pathetic, isn’t it?