"I brought my father’s Belgian-made Browning semi-automatic .22 caliber rifle with me to junior high school...."
If you think you know the line between life and death, think again. A bullet can never point the way to wisdom... or can it?
"Every night for months, ever since Emma’s death, I’d taken the same walk through the park, but this time, I went another way."
Is this how you bring back love? Or is it something much more twisted? By the way, what is coulrophobia?