Sometimes, I just have to scream this at the sky. Usually while on my knees during a rainstorm.
There is never an answer.
There is no answer.
It was the devil’s work.
Published by M.A. Brotherton
M.A. Brotherton is a writer, blogger, artist, and fat-kid from the suburbs of Kansas City, Missouri. He’s tasted a little bit of everything the Midwest has to offer, ranging from meth-tweaking rednecks in massive underground cave complexes to those legendary amber waves of grain. When he’s not writing, he spends most of his time screwing around on the internet.