I recall those cosmic brownies from my childhood and the little kool-aid drinks we picked out from the 7-11 with coins from the belly of our couch cushions. Watching Judge Judy in the afternoons on grandma's squishy sofa thinking that 'law' and 'court' were words you used when your room-mate didn't pay her rent on time or when your boyfriend used your credit card to take out the ***** from down the street. So we plucked the feet off the daddy-long-legs and lit ants on fire when the swimming pool was closed. Names like Charles Manson Ted Bundy never sparked fear in our bodies never bred anger or sadness in our hearts. So we crawled through our tunnels past youth and adolescence awoke to a world where men and women who slaughtered dozens of innocents like cattle are being served breakfast by the men and women we trust to keep us safe at night while we sleep in our soft beds more vulnerable than the devils who leave us in fear.