I had a life. Of course it is useless to have HAD a life. The life I had is dead like everything has to do some day.
I had a steady job at the age of 17. My parents had both disowned me because of "religious disagreements". It is a boring office job in Detroit. This all was a while ago though, about 5 years to be exact. One disgusting day wasted those 5 years of rebuilding my life and my world.
I was at the office. It was quiet and everybody was completely out of it. Half of the entire staff was asleep. The boss was out, and they seemed to take advantage of that. I was pissed because my car had been stolen and I had to take the bus. Then I got the call.
"We are sorry to inform you that your son didn't make it through surgery. The surgeons send their condolences."
He was 5 years old....
