It happened again. Dad was mad, mom was madder. Dad was tall, mom was taller. Most would say its unlikely for a man to be a victim of abuse. Damon would say it happened all the time. He was used to it. His dad was a tough guy, he always bounced back. While Damon hated seeing his dad hurt, he would never go against his mother. He usually just left when he saw it coming. The anger in her eyes , the smell of rank sweat, his dads defeated and reigned face; he couldn't stand it. So here he was waking down the street, a thousand people around him, wondering what kind of life this was.
