Excerpt from The Greatest Generation

A tale of woe

"There wasn't that much blood, there wasn't much bloood, I thought there would be more blood than the little that trickled out of the side of his head. I left before the police arrived. I walked briskly to the local stop-n-rob on a whim because I needed beer to sooth the aching I held in my heart for what I had done. My timing coulcn't have been more perfect..."---from The Greatest Generation by Dan Pretzer