The idea of hunting frogs with sticks and pokers of various sizes, seemed not outside local traditions of boyhood misadventure at that moment. some of them i pounded across the back, and repeatedly, until they stopped moving. some were pinned by a swift stab, against the mud, and into which they sank, as i sustained/increased my pressure, again, until it was dead. time passed in the rhythm of the killing. i forgot where i was, i think. i can't remember anything but the coldness and the precision, and the nearness of terror. if killing things could be so easy, what prospects for a young man just finding his power. i killed many frogs that day...more
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