Monday, March 23, 2015
Bullet of Prose #3 from SMALL CRIMES
It’s funny, it wouldn’t be this way now if Phil had died that night. The memory of what I did would’ve faded and the hard feelings would’ve worn away. The problem is Phil is there to face them every day. Every day they have to be repulsed once again by my crime. Because of me they have to feel awkward and self-conscious around him and try to pretend he’s not some sideshow freak. There’s just no forgiveness for that.