My baby's got a gun. He aims it torwards me. His eyes are bloodshot red. My son...a stranger.
I am not his mother any more, he is not my baby anymore, my life is not my own, it's in his hands...
"You owe me" he says.
Owe him what? An eye for an eye, a leg for a leg?
"Money" More important than family?
Drugs and alcohol? More important than wits?
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