She turned to me with a look in her eyes

She turned to me with a look in her eyes that said come and get me. And frankly, how could I refuse?

I completely forgot my ill-timed foray into vegetarianism. Vegetarian = Native American for 'bad hunter,' my dad always

killed and gutted deer alive in front of me, forcing me to eat the raw entrails to enforce the carnivore in me.

I couldn't take it any longer. I just closed my eyes and went to a place that I felt safe. The farthest reaches of my childhood to a time when I was Daddy's favorite and

Mommy didn't live in sin. It soothed me to know that he loved me, but he had that odd scent of people who worked around typewriters too long. I saw the chain around his neck, and

thought it didn't quite match his gold teeth. Mother was more forgiving of fashion no-nos than I was then - or ever will be. Some of us care; some don't. Me? I don't care for those

skinny jeans on people who are- let's just say not skinny. I also don't like shouder pads, crocs, ponchos, and pants with writing on the butt. Alas, his gold teeth

would have spelled out "snake" had he not lost his right incisor. Instead it aptly stopped at "Snak". "Muhhhfuuhhh" he said before turning his hat, indicating he meant business. I

didn't want to be startled by the ringing of my coffee maker so I sprinted down the hallway and tried my very best to forget everything I had seen.