Why I'm here.
Sometimes I wonder the same thing.
I mean, I know the reason why I'm here, but sometimes I wonder, why not prison? Why not death? I certainly deserve it.
But while I will say that I have regrets, I have no remorse for what I did.
That man deserved everything he got. Everything that I gave him. If I hadn't done it, I know that Uncle Charley or Uncle Dan or Daddy's old friend Johnnie would have, had I told them the truth. So I guess, technically, I did a good thing. I saved them from a fate like this. Or worse.
Anyway, it's a long story; sure you're up for it?
Okay, then.
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