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  • over a basket of rolled injera and a massive plate of steaming ethiopian food, my mom and i found ourselves discussing my cousin billy's death.

    "it's just such a violent thing, i think sometimes, when i remember what he did. a violent thing to do to your family" she said.

    it's hard to totally disagree, when you imagine the scene that was left for his 10 year old daughter. slumped body and pooled blood, his face may have been gone, i dont know.

    but then, what is it like to live for years with voices so loud that you cant even hear the radio, or birds chirping, or what your daughter is saying, a foot away from you.
    "i might blow my brains out too"
    was my reply.
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