Gidear ~ The Drunk

Blurb:

I had a tight grip was what my mother said. As a baby, only weeks old, I had a tight grip. That meant I would be strong, discerning, a good leader. I never saw the sense in that. I still don't. But she was right. I'm strong, but not the way she wanted. Not the way anyone wanted. I'm strong in the sense that I'm weak. I don't know why she would think to lie to me about the strong grip. Maybe to let me know I once possessed great potential. She couldn't have chosen a better time than I as a baby, not worthy of a month. Well, I'm smart. Enough to kill my parents and get away with it . . .