I never set out to abandon my principles like pumpkin seeds on the graves of dirty cops. I only meant to find a proper method of allowing my children to taste what poisons they find without meeting the judge under the asphalt. There were times when I looked back at my sisters shadow, I never bothered to hold it's hard will that close.
I always get beyond the point of churning dairy and baking pulverized germ. Anyone with sense knows that when you skip the proper steps, the guard dog opens one eye to count what steps you have left.
John Dillinger walked through walls. Held in a cell of iron and concrete-he walked through the wall into a world where principles, pumpkin seeds, poison, asphalt, and dirty cop sister shadows could not follow him.