Sunday, June 19, 2005
Then one day I was reached. I was found. I was had. And I was got. They sent one of their heavies. Liked killing people with his bare hands, I'd been told. Never thought those bare hands would squeeze the life out of me. Hubris, I guess. I'd been arrogant. I'd been stupid. I'd been full of pride. Then it all came tumbling down.
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