Today is a new day, a new week. For many of us it's a fresh start over, following the weekend. But for some it's just another fucked up day reminding us of what we lost, what we gained and what we want but will never have. Such is life.

For my brother Bull it's the second.

His dark grey eyes that once creased whenever he smiled, which used to be every fucking time, now pointed to the cemented basement floor as if it had all the fucking answers to why his life turned out so ...