“Only the really bad ones,” I say. “The ones who like to break people.” They’re the ones I enjoy twisting to my every whim. “I take mementos from them.” Back at my house, I have a box full of mementos I’ve lifted over the years. On particularly bad days, days when not even Johnnie or Jack or Jose could numb my pain away, I’d steal away to my guest room, where I kept that box, and I’d sit there for hours, taking out item after item, holding each in my palm. And I would remember how I broke a few of the great villains of the world.
Ah ok Joe 😅
