The Strength of a Saiyan
My parents separated when I was very young. I have no memories of my dad living with us in our house in Pennsylvania. My earliest memories of him are from my summers visiting him in Houston, and the abuse that I suffered there at the hands of the woman who would become my stepmom, Cherry.
Mission Accomplished
The Wawa parking lot was mostly empty that late spring morning in Fort Washington when Austin and I, two high school freshmen, walked from his house in Ambler to buy two grams of pot.