I like to think it started with mom and dad. I mean, they rocked each other's world. Took off in a Mustang, even if they did run out of gas before they got to Ballinger. Those were the days.
I heard dad slept in the Baptistery when he was on the run and mom came along and found him.
That was when the Browns were not a good name in town, but I didn't know that until I got to middle school.
Momma said they carried me home in a shoebox. She was afraid they might have to bury me, but as luck would have it, I somehow made it through the night.
That was several years ago.
And then I had a chance to watch Billy smoke a cigarette in the back of his car. It was the first time smoking didn't disgust me.
I always broke my daddy's cigarettes, but I stole a few for Billy.
There was a lot talk.. we did some things together. Mostly, we walked around the abandoned school and shouted in the halls.
No..I guess it wasn't much of anything.
I can't even say I remember what he looks like.
And to think there was life in our small town once. Although, it seems everyone remembers we were the ones... who did bad things. But I don't remember what they were.