EdEOtt

Life. It's a strange puzzle, presented to everyone who exits their mother's womb. It's up to you to decide how to decipher it. That's how I've been for the last twelve years. * * * You see, my father was never home. I had no idea where he went during the day, but my mother said that it was business stuff. Like a six year old boy would know, or care, what that means. My mother on the other hand, well, she was a maid. She was the one who cleaned after other peoples' messes. The messes they were too lazy to clean up themselves. I remember, some nights she would just fall asleep on the door frame. So when I wasn't at school, I went to "wor