Being grown’s got a price. Kid gets slapped when he’s bad. When you’re grown, you get the fist. Or the knife.
Bad memories are like, you know, little bunnies. They get scared, they run back down the hall, they hide. They can be a b**ch to get out again.
Bad guys come in and monsters come out.
Bad dreams don’t involve swinging a loaded shotgun around.
A good act does not wash out the bad, nor a bad the good.
