White Snow

My mom used to always call me white trash.

'Nothing better then your dad. That's what you are. Nothing good never come out of yeh '

'Well you're no better, bitch '


She was never suppose to bring children to the world.

Never mind.

Here I am.

A long time has passed since I was born. Like this really bad Folk tale. Foretold only in bad Camp-outs.

Alone in this country, with good and bad people. Just like any other place. Got to start somewhere, right?

W.F.