Juice’s nose tickled, he wiggled it in attempt to halt the eruption but failed as he sneezed into the crook of his elbow. “Shit. It’s dusty around here.” — yes, years away did create some dust, he supposed it was time to return and clean it.

Loyalty can become so fickle when the club begins to fray — Brothers begin to lie to one another; Kill one another; an internal war. Destruction from within, the slow killer. I cannot trust my own brothers, I do not rest easy within my hand picked family; death is sweet.