And I looked her in her eyes and I said, "Are you OK, angel? Mommy's here." I knew that a guy had slit her windpipe and nicked her vocal chords. And then she kept asking me, "Is Katy OK? Is Katy OK?" And I could
The only way I can get anything written at all is to write really, really shitty first drafts. The first draft is the child’s draft, where you let it all pour out and then let it romp all over the place, knowing that no one is going to see it and that you can shape it later....
When I saw the crime scene, I literally felt like my legs were gonna fall out from underneath me. The blood (crying), there was so much blood everywhere. And it was all Krystal's except for that one area where Katy was, where she laid and died. The little handprints (crying) of my...
Finally Doc said let them do it, and sent me out of the room, and as I let go of her with the assistant grabbing hold more, Piglet went berserk, and I totally lost it and had to depart to the other room, where I squatted down sobbing hysterically. I could hear Piglet barking her...
But despite the threat of livestock on the thoroughfare, I did keep the beat with a subtle Mama Head Bob. And when we were really on our game, the girls and I had three different parts going. I could feel the chords inside of me, and it felt like a tuning fork. It rattled me goo...
They agreed,but each time they only touched the egg with their teeth." "The whole village did not call me my real name. They gave me a nickname of "lame blind boy." Dad and mom would always be fighting with whoever called that. Mom could not see, so she picked up bricks to throw...
tosleep jailWage Carson slept deeply cellshis guileless faceat peace Josh Banks who had gone bedearly nowawake sitting outeroffice stoking up his stubby pipe until glowedlike distantred star thedarknessLiza slept herhotel room where she had propped chairunder doorknobShe had lainawake hours...