2016 NEXT GENERATION INDIE BOOK AWARDS FINALIST - MEMOIR/OVERCOMING ADVERSITY The door lay in shattered pieces scattered across the floor as my father flipped back his vest to reveal the gun he always carried. "I'm tired of you being so mouthy. You better learn to watch your tone with me." I stuck my face right in his, leaned in, and yelled at full volume. "Pull the gun " There came a point when living no longer mattered. It didn't matter if you lived or died, as long as the torment ended. I never knew if it was Dad's joy of intimidation, his apparent need to push the boundaries of society as...
2016 NEXT GENERATION INDIE BOOK AWARDS FINALIST - MEMOIR/OVERCOMING ADVERSITY The door lay in shattered pieces scattered across the floor as my father...