No rhyme, But there is allways a reason

Waving goodbye to your father as he leaves for work.

Going up and down on your favorite Merry-Go-Round horse.

Having your mother read to you as you fall asleep.These are all First memories people have had. But what is it like when your earliest recollection is an atroscity?My name is samuel Mattis and i will tell you. Why can i tell you? because my first memory is the slaughter of Jefferson Mattis. My father.

My second? You may ask.

Well that was the searing pain atop my scalp, that forced me into the service of the most powerful and feared crimelord in boston.This is the story of my retrobution.This is the story of A man's descision.But most importantly.This is the story of the white streak that now rests atop my head.