Mud and Leather
“Jesus, did you see what was left of the car? It was shredded seven ways from Sunday.”
“No shit? Guess that’s why it’s closed casket, huh?”
“Hey! Keep that shit down. That’s his cousin. Seriously, what’s wrong with you assholes?”
He was my hero. Sure, he got high on coke when I was just eleven and tried to rape me, or at least he pretended to. He also got me a date with Suzy Q, his next door neighbor that was two years older than me.