[Reads, “There was always that smell — cigarettes and dirt.”]

He looks more like a Kyle to me.

Thank you for your very kind and intelligent message.

I am very grateful for your last sentence. There have been times — hell, even now — when I feel like I should have died that night. He left me for dead, thinking he had killed his first victim. Because a man was walking his dog off-leash, I lived. The dog licked blood off my face and his owner came running to see what…

I grew up in an American city close to the border.

This is legitimately batshit crazy. How did that get past an editor?

They should have asked him for his SAG card in return.

Your dad would be proud at what an insufferable fuck you’ve grown into. Good to know you’re the only person who’s ever suffered loss in the world.

I feel for your pain. And I’m going to try to say this in the nicest way possible, but ... he wasn’t the entire country’s father.