After
I graduated high school at eighteen,
I thought I had outgrown my
toy-box from when I was eight.
So
I replaced my inner-child with an
ammunition box.
Sometimes,
I award myself a well–
deserved drink after an un–
deserved battle.
Some
reward themselves with well–
done steaks while wearing well–
fitted suits.
Sometimes,
I miss my lost
toys more than
lost brothers.
Sometimes,
I get a ten percent
discount at the
movies.