gentlekirk:

His eyes would go dead and he’d start walking forward real slow, hands at his sides, like he wasn’t afraid of anything. And the other guy, he’d see that look, and he’d try to get away from him. My dad, he’d catch him and trap him in the corner. Let the devil out. I didn’t understand it, you know? What he was feeling deep inside, I didn’t understand it. N o t   b a c k   t h e n .