I do not know what it was about that boy but just looking at him, even I wanted to clout him on the head. It was a head that invited violence.

I lay in the dark thinking about the difficulties of family, how crazy and crooked the stories of a bloodline can be.

I sighed. ‘It doesn’t matter what we do. Money comes and goes.’ I shook my head. ‘It doesn’t matter and you know it doesn’t.

Work will drive you crazy if you let it.

Most people are chained to their own fear and stupidity and haven’t the sense to level a cold eye at just what is wrong with their lives. Most people will continue on, dissatisfied but never...