Evil Intent

                    So, this tale of f**k all of a story must start at some point, so why not the day I lost my eye. I am going to be blunt about this, I was a stupid kid with a negligent mother and a full bladder at Rocky's Fun Land of Fun, with an oxymoron of a name like that it's got to be a fun time. While there with my mother wee little 6 year old me asked if I could go to the bathroom. Let's face it, it was "Mommy I have to go peepee" being screamed at the top of my little lungs with hundreds of eyes falling on us. My mother told me just go to there myself, under the pretense of "You're a big boy now go handle it." God if only that had been further from the truth, young me eventually walks into the bathroom to do my business and, this guy walks in with a large coat on and hat on looking like one of them guys you see on the city watch signs. He looks down at me and says "You got purdy eyes there lad, mind if I have one?" he asks as he slides on a glove and looks at me all wide eyed and grinning. I mistakenly say "Sure sir" then next thing I know I'm on the ground crying reaching towards my left side and men around me.                     After a few hours I am in the emergency room looking at the ceiling like a deer in the headlights, my room is empty. But just outside I can hear my parents yelling at each other, but I was too hopped up on painkillers to say anything. My dad walks in awhile later and says that mommy has to leave, his expression was dark and cold, but I agreed with what he said                     When I was discharged about a week later and I felt empty and sad, my twin sister, Murrcurry, was out there looking at my bandaged face and started jokingly calling me "Nick Fury"in an attempt to make me feel better about my current, objectively shitty position. I remember I wore that title with pride for a few months and then I realized that I was not, and never would be, a badass leader of a superhero front, I enjoyed happy chaos instead, I had an urge on doing bad, but not law breaking, an evil intent if you will. Boom, title drop, the only way to go into the crazy hell hole of my life and why I would never change it. SO I MADE IT TO THE END OF THE PROLOGUE PREPARE FOR THE NEXT THRILLING INSTALLMENT THIS FRIDAY AND I HOPE THIS FOUND YOU IN GOOD HEALTH