“this out of my mind. My dreams won’t let me forget the lightning that exploded from the end of the barrel, the ripping orange flash off the black steel, and the burning scent of gunpowder.” — Marc A. DiGiacomo Copy Share Image
“These thugs call everyone their “Cuz.” If I had a dollar for every time I heard that expression I would have retired three times… — Marc A. DiGiacomo Copy Share Image
“this out of my mind. My dreams won’t let me forget the lightning that exploded from the end of the barrel, the ripping orange… — Marc A. DiGiacomo Copy Share Image
“My eyelids feel like they weigh more than I do. I can’t keep them open any longer. The fear of what I will dream… — Marc A. DiGiacomo Copy Share Image
