A fictional novel - or is it? How bist ol' butt? I live in a time when it seems the whole world is changing. It all started when I accidentally blew up the house. It was my sister's house. She was not pleased. Mine was a life of violence; but then I was born into an unjust world and violence is its natural companion. My name is inconsequential when compared to my tale. They say that before a man dies a record...