I could have been screaming at the world or at God or at who knew what else, but I knew for a fact that I was screaming at my abuelo. Because this was without a doubt all his fault and if he wasn’t already dead, his days would be numbered. Because the son of a bitch had tried to poison my wife.
men ain’t SHIIIITTTT ongod
so he tried to poison her and ended up drinking the poison himself accidentally
if that isn’t poetic Justice
