‘Momma said there’d be days like this.’

It‘s a nice thought, isn‘t it? It speaks of a concerned parent trying to comfort her child to the harsh realities of the world. The problem is, I don’t recall my Momma ever saying anything like that to me. Even if she had, I don’t think in her wildest nightmare she could’ve imagined a day like that one. The day I leaned against the inside of a train tunnel, soaked in sweat and grime, staring at the train tracks that dripped with the blood of my friend ... blood that should’ve been mine.

But I’m getting the cart ahead of the horse here. Let’s back up a little bit. First off, introductions … my name is Joe. I don’t think I’m na...

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