How is a person supposed to come to terms with these facts?

Fact 1: My parents aren't upstanding citizens (kind of learned that one at an early age)

Fact 2: The same two people who gave me life are the same people I, not too long ago, watched slice up two of my high school peers. (Great! Serial killers on top of idiotic thieves.)

Oh, and that's just the starter. What comes next makes those things seem like child's play or having a cotton candy treat at a damn fair.

Destiny? Fate? I'd like to give those bitches a swift kick in the teeth.

Kincaid Kierney has his work cut out for him if I'm the one he wants to spend his time with.