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ęąá´á´Ęá´á´: Original Soto bloodline, est 1815; a hovel upon fields of golden wheat.
Ęá´Ęá´á´ á´É´á´ á´ÉŞÉ´: Damon Soto, age 24 - veritable estrangement
á´Šá´ęąÉŞá´ÉŞá´É´: Call Boy; lost blaspheme in amongst the rest
ĘÉŞĘá´Ę á´ á´á´á´: August 16th
ę°á´á´ á´Ęá´á´ á´xá´á´Ęá´Šá´: Isaiah 64:6
Rabbit heart born into a fist, caged by flesh and bone - squeezing away the frantic beating.
As one could say, a whore from birth. Partook in flesh long before maturity and became enraptured in the culture of sin, despite the harsh bite of a parents words. Given chance upon chance to conform to the birthright of a good catholic son. Wear your sunday best, bow your head in prayer, follow
Damon left. Off on the good mission. A medical school godsend to his parents second born disappointment. Didn't matter, in the end, it was Jacks feet that hit the pavement and just kept going. Took the hobo express up to the big cities, and hitched from point A to B whenever he could. Did the kind of things that would make sinners shudder in disgust. But took his small mercies in hot food and warm beds. Nobody ever realized just how expensive pay by the hour could get.
Eventually as the dust settled he found illness in his self-contained hell, a soft jealousy over other people having solid ground beneath feet that do not ache with every step. Mustered up the pride that threatened his fall and found solace in a brother twice estranged. Went truck stop to truck stop towards Tijuana at the promise of a cot and a little extra.
And hell, its not exactly a hardship to do what he loves.