i can change things. i feel like i can change things.
my name’s ray garraty-- you can call me ray. i’m just some kid from maine, stuck in the end of nowhere with a mom who worries too much and a dad who… well, he’s gone. not gone like left, gone like the major’s people fucking shot him down like a dog in the street, because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. i don’t talk about it much, but it’s always there, hanging over me. sometimes i just miss him.