I don’t remember my first kill, at least, not like it was yesterday. Sure, I recall the action of breaking the beer bottle against the bar top, gripping it, and thrusting the jagged points straight into the man’s neck. The feelings and thoughts surrounding it don’t swim about, nor does the aftermath. Self-defense is what I claimed, but everyone knew it was bullshit. My parents had amazing lawyers who got me out of that and several other criminal charges in my youth. Little good me staying out of prison did for my sister.
