I won’t trot any excuses out either, though. At least give me that. No, I couldn’t have undone centuries of prejudice then and there, and in Texas of all places, in West Texas at that, in 1989 on top of that, but that doesn’t mean I had to just stand there toeing the grass and licking my lips, either. I’m ashamed of the bodycount I drag behind me, yeah. But I’m just as ashamed of my behavior on my own lawn, the morning after the first massacre.
