Memory can be a painful thing. Sometimes I don't want to remember, but I do.

What keeps me going is the fact that I was such a little kid when this happened. Why I never told is one subject that bothers me. I was abused at age 9 through 11. My cousin, his friends and any other pervert in the neighborhood that knew I was an easy mark.

Some days I would like to hunt them all down and shoot them like (I would say dogs, but dogs are way better than them) the trash they are. Heck, even trash is better than them.

Other days I couldn't care less.