I'll Think of It. I'd Think Wrong of It.

In 19 76, my uncle walked in on his wifes sleeping with another man and promptly murdered them both with a shot gun. He was eventually caught and served 15 years in prison before moving to spain and dying in suspicious circumstances there. There was absolutely no explainable way my boy friend could have known this. And despite the weirdness of it all, i kept dating him for another six months because, hey, a guy's got to eat, right? Marry that guy a tueat the truth and the past and the future. That's right, i'm now wild.