He took the last biblical scripture he jotted down and walked away from the killer inside. Glen had a chipped tooth and dark, taut skin. He dropped acid and gang banged with the rags quick to toe tag.
He went to a museum and the mind he worked so well started to faulter. He had to find atonement for the chaos that he created due to his shrewd, violent ways.
This is the story of atonement that can only be told by his guardian angel that kept him in balance after three bullets were pumped in his body. Each bullet had his name. Only one bullet was an accidental discharge. It didn’t matter as he saw Lucky Charms and animal circus crakers floating in his brain.
To be continued…