Every Picture Tells a Story
A boy got shot by the LVF six times in each knee—they ought to wise up—he maybe deserved one shot but not six in each knee—it usually happens in cities—nothing happens here.
I got battered by steel bars just because I was a catholic—it happened six or seven times—once I could barely breathe because I got hit across the chest—I wish it would stop—I had to sit in all the time—it was boring.
