It Ain't Fair That We Have All

Your Mother Is Not Crazy. Neither, Contrary To Popular Belief, Is Your Brother. He Is Merely Miscast In A Play. He Would Have Made The Perfect Knight In A Different Century, Or A Very Good Pagan Prince In A Time Of Heroes. He Was Born In The Wrong Era, On The Wrong Side Of The River, With The Ability To Do Anything And Finding Nothing He Wants To Do.

It Ain't Fair That We Have All The Rough Breaks!

Suddenly It Wasn't Only A Personal Thing To Me. I Could Picture Hundreds And Hundreds Of Boys Living On The Wrong Sides Of Cities, Boys With Black Eyes Who Jumped At Their Own Shadows. Hundreds Of Boys Who Maybe Watched Sunsets And Looked At Stars And Ached For Something Better. I Could See Boys Going Down Under Street Lights Because They Were Mean And Tough And Hated The World, And It Was Too Late To Tell Them That There Was Still Good In It, And They Wouldn't Believe You If You Did.

Even The Most Primite Societies Have An Innate Resepect For The Insane.

Mace, You Never Read Smoky The Cowhorse,did You? No. Well,ol' Smoky, He Had Somebad Things Happen To Him,had The Heart Knocked Clean Out Of Him.but He Hung On And Came Out Of It Okay.i've Been Bashed Up Pretty Good,mason, But I'm Going To Make It.