The priest said, “For they eat the bread of wickedness, and drink the wine of violence.” It’s stuck with me since that day, it’s why I almost left. I knew I was damned and that I would damn her too. Because I was baptized in blood as my mother lay dying on the street, anointed in my father’s blood as my hands beat the life out of him. Wickedness is my sustenance, and my thirst for violence will never end.
