old boy. In an instant I went from
Yes, I got my revenge to No, no, no.
Too much. Too much. Oh shit. Oh
shit. Oh shit. Dear God, what have
I done?
Once this kid was beat to shit,
Abel dragged him over to the car
and held him up in front of me.
“Say you’re sorry.” The kid was
whimpering, trembling. He looked
me in the eye, and I had never seen
fear in someone’s eyes like I saw in
his. He’d been beaten by a stranger
in a way I don’t think he’d ever
been beaten before. He said he was
sorry, but it was like his apology
wasn’t for what he’d done to me. It