I'm not sure if there's a point to this story, but I'm going to tell it again. So many other people try to tell the tale, not one of them knows the end.
It was a junk-house in South Carolina, held a boy the age of ten along with his older brother Billy, a mother and her boyfriend who was a triple loser, with some blue tattoos that were given to him when he was young, a drunk temper that was easy to lose...
And thank god he didn't own a gun...
– Si de letras jodidas en canciones hablamos... "Carolina's....drama." – El tiempo libre en su cabaña lo usaba para interiorizarse con el mundo.