Harden Street, 1958 (Part Four)

con't The damn memories are still so clear. And now I am alone, the only one left because my brother sliced his neck in what has become a family tradition, that is, to leave of your own volition. If I could only get the reruns to quit maybe my goddamned head wouldn't split and I wouldn't feel so fragmented broken into a million disassociated pieces in a fugue until it ceases.