ASIN: B00I1ZR5AO
Publisher: unknown
Pages: 291
THIS BOOK HAS WON A FINALIST AWARD IN THE NEXT GENERATION INDIE BOOK AWARDS. The door lay in shattered pieces scattered across the floor as my father flipped back his vest to reveal the gun he always carried. “I’m tired of you being so mouthy. You better learn to watch your tone with me.” I stuck my face right in his, leaned in, and yelled at full volume. “Pull the gun!” There came a point when living no longer mattered. It didn’t matter if you lived or died, as long as the torment ended. I never knew if it was Dad’s joy of intimidation, his apparent need to push the boundaries of society as far as possible, or his mental illness that brought him to that point in the spring of ’91. But I knew what had brought me there. It all started on June 1 of 1979, when my mother drove me down to a neighbor’s of ours in rural Dayton, Maine to see a new-born foal and my ...
