I hate tradition, that is exactly what I have found out about myself over the years. I would say it all started when I was around ten or eleven years old. I was still living in my cozy little childhood town of Peine, Germany.
Fiction
I always knew drowning was the way I’d go. When I was a kid, I would park myself in front of the refrigerator in the dead of night, a plastic cup in my hand. Over and over I would refill the cup with water and empty it down my garbage chute esophagus.
