He looked in the mirror, his face battered and bruised, wiped the blood and cum from his lips and said “you’re a fucking mess”.
"You just need to show them whose boss",he repeated over and over as he cradled his head in his hands.
"Shh, it’s my turn to talk" he said looking in the mirror
He made sure he had everything for his first day of school: back pack, eraser, notebooks, his dad’s gun, and plenty of pencils.
He waited until all the kids were at recess before he jumped out the third story window, he loved his job…
“Mommy” said the child “ why do we smell funny?” “its called gasoline” said the mother “now come give mommy a hug so we can go visit daddy”