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The Red. By Yak. In Loving Memory of Kindness. Prologue. The mud sucks at his boots as lighting runs across the humid Georgia sky. We The rain soaks his cloths, washing the blood into the swamp. He wheezes for breath. The thought of blood filling his lungs from his previous gun shot, haunts his mind. He thinks of his … Continue reading The Red.
In loving memory of the family secrets. They sat in one of the largest homes at the park in Anderson. An old man drank a beer, as his “boys” sat around the room. In the corner sat a grand piano, and the finest home decor of the early 80s decorated the home. Outside sat a … Continue reading Family, Kill for it, die for it, live for it.