I left home at eighteen to join the Air Force. Now I'm back for my mom and dad's funeral. They died in a fiery car crash on their way home from seeing... my younger sister in Olean, New York. They lived in Jamestown almost all their lives and in the same house since I turned seven. It was a hundred year old house with two floors, an attic, and a basement. The stairs were narrow, barely two feet wide and very steep. My bedroom in the attic was very small only six by eight feet with slanted ceilings. Money cannot buy happiness, but it's more comfortable to cry in a Corvette than on a bicycle.2. Forgive your enemy, but remember the ass-hole's name.3. If you help someone when they're in trouble, they will remember you when they're in trouble again.4. Many people are alive only because it's illegal to shoot them.5. Alcohol does not solve any problems, but then neither does milk.AND A BONUS RULE:6. Condoms do not guarantee safe sex;A friend of mine was wearing one when he was shot by the. ’ I pulled the waistband to his tights down and swallowed his hard naked prick. I felt my cheeks bulging as I noisily sucked, making ‘om om’ sounds.I still recalled the quiet, sultry evenings after work, with no other sound but the office clock ticking, having told Kev I was working late. How I would hang up the phone, smile secretly, smooth my expensive, immaculate black tights over my legs, step into some heels and a high-waist short skirt and put makeup on. I’ve always enjoyed the. Being white meant she was only in the ethnic group of about twelve percent of the incarcerated population. But she wasn’t only white. She was a blonde and had blue eyes. In fact, she was the only white, blonde, blue eyed girl in the Logan Road Reform School for Wayward Minors. That had been ever since the Albino bitch from hell called Angela Lopez was released just last month when she turned eighteen. The rumor was that they had gotten word that her body had been fished from the river with her.