But somebody had to put this dog down. Oh and look at him cry poverty and persecution. Poor little guy. Now he doesn’t exist.
Another Notch in the Spine
The following is the first draft of a short story for a collection I am working on. I hope you enjoy it. Cheers! --Patrick On the morning of my first kill, I woke up before Mom had come to get me. I gazed up at the concrete ceiling, where the night before, Dad helped...
