GrishamGiselle must be looking down on me, thinking what a colossal piece of s**t I turned out to be as a father. f**k. I am f*****g up. Not just with Shannon, but with Cary, too.
My sister is not wrong. We are it for the Grisham family and I know what my death would mean for her, for Shannon. I remember how it felt to see Dad, bleeding, dying, and know that it never would’ve happened if he hadn’t been in the club in the first place. I remember how it felt to lose our mom, too, and thinking there’s literally no f*****g God. I was just a teenager. I could’ve turned out a million different ways.
I thought it a million times. I should get out. Go to college. Get a normal job. Get a wife and a white picket fence. But the allure of metal and rubber and adventure was too strong. And I was lite
