The moment you see something with your own eyes and feel injustice with all your senses, you cross an inner border, you know you can’t go back from there.
You’ve always been the ultimate practical joker… waiting in a dark bedroom with one of your dinner plate-sized hands over the light switch... hiding behind doors and scaring the shit out of us... banging your hand on the side of any vehicle, making us think we'd backed into something... driving ...