back. Then he stripped a branch off
the tree, a switch, and started
whipping him. He whipped the shit
out of him, and I loved it. I have
never enjoyed anything as much as
I enjoyed that moment. Revenge
truly is sweet. It takes you to a dark
place, but, man, it satisfies a thirst.
Then there was the strangest
moment where it flipped. I caught a
glimpse of the look of terror in the
boy’s face, and I realized that Abel
had gone past getting revenge for
me. He wasn’t doing this to teach
the kid a lesson. He was just
beating him. He was a grown man
venting his rage on a twelve-year-