Chapter #1 The First Thing to Explain

by Regis Boff

If there was a signature of constancy in my childhood, it was my mother bringing men into my orbit, so I could observe her hurt them. Loving her as I did, I wanted her suitors to suffer, and she obliged me by dropping these men’s hearts into me, like worms into a hungry baby bird’s jealous beak.
One day after meeting my aunt for the first time at mother’s funeral, I arrived at her hotel room intending to kill her. Her sister, my mother, had made me peculiar.