I aint gone say it again Getcho shit together before we have a problem boy Xzanders father kept a tight grip on the back of his neck Xzander could smell the whiskey on his fathers breath but he would rather him be out here bullying him instead of his mother and sister A 10 year old Xzander stood with his fathers rifle in his hands aiming at the corona beer bottles lined up on the roof of their all black 70 GMC truck On my worst day I could shoot all 5 bottles in under a second youll never be as good as me boy His grip grew tighter around Xzanders neck and as much as he wanted to cry he knew it was the wrong move His father didnt react well to emotions being displayed so he never showed them He did whatever he had to do to protect his mother and sister Now shoot and dont fuckin miss You out here wastin my time Xzander was already nervous the tight grip around his neck and the smell of the alcohol on his fathersMF