It’s not easy, neutralizing the venom inside my head.
On page one, older brother Ira drunkenly insults his mama.
I promised the Devil my soul, and in return he promised me that everything I was going to experience hereafter would be turned into tales.
Just because I'm vain doesn't mean I'm overly self-involved.
The sky was aster blue, and the burnt, bare trees looked like punji sticks shooting up from the crest of the ridge.
