One day my mother said to me: “hey joe, we’re gonna go for a walk.” She takes me to the car, and as she starts the car. I ask: “I thought you said we were going for a walk”. “Well joe, we’re driving to where we’re walking.” While we drive I look out the window, noticing the beautiful mountain scenery. About an hour passes and she finally stops the car. We stop near a forest and my mother takes me out of the car, and we walk into the forest. We walk out, she shows me the wildlife, the types of trees, the squirrels, and eventually she says to me: “joe, mommy needs to get something from the car, so stay here okay” she walks away, I wait. 5 minutes. She’s not back. 10 minutes. I’m still waiting. 20 minutes. 30 minutes. An hour. 3 hours. She’s not back yet and it’s getting dark. I decided to walk back to where my mothers car was. I must have taken a wrong path, because I got lost in a matter on minutes. I screamed for her. I screamed so hard that my voice became dry. I was thirsty. I was hungry, I was scared. It’s night. There nothing I can do, so I sit myself next to a tree and lay there. I couldn’t fall asleep, so I lay in the same position for 7 hours until the sun comes up. I knew that if I was going to survive, I needed to eat. I used a broken tree branch to kill rabbits, and eat them. I had to eat them raw, because I didn’t know how to make a fire. 2 weeks pass. I loose weight. I’m in the middle of the forest. I’ve marked every tree with a line to indicate that I was there. I hear my mother. She had come back. She drives up in that Honda Odyssey, and she says: “joe. The world is a rough place. If you want to become something In this world, you have to grab the world by the balls, and squeeze.” She pulled out a knife from her left pocket and told me to come to here. I walk over to her, she grabs me by the arm, and says: “Every human lives until they die. And even when they die, they are not truly dead. She takes the knife and violently jams it into her head. She falls to the ground, I fall with her. She puts her hand on my face as I sit next to her on the ground. “Squeeeeze…” I check her pulse. She’s dead. I lay for the whole day until it turns night. I take the knife from her cold hand, and engrave the words squeeze into my left for-arm. I was going to grab the world by the balls no matter what it took. I take the Honda, and start it up. I don’t look back at my mothers corpse. I start the engine, accelerate the gas, and drive away. My mothers words echoed in my head: “Squeeeze…”