Jonathan reflected back at a time when his uncle threaten to kill him over who would eat the last egg in the frizz, when suddenly they were both startled by the dog yelping in the front of the house; when his uncle went to see what the problem was, he quickly place the 22cal. pistol back in his pants and cooked the egg. Quickly he consumed his breakfast and walk to the front of house and standing on the pourch, he noted a trail of blood leading across the street and there he found his uncle beating the mailman who laid unconscious in a pool of his own blood. Sirens filled the morning air as...