I tell ya, I remember a time when I was about… I was little, I don’t know… 4 or 5—something like that. We had this old dog that had a litter of puppies. And I walked in the bathroom one day and my mother was in there, kneeling down… Dog had a litter of about 8, and my mother was bending over killing each one of these little puppies in the bathtub. I remember I asked, “why?”… She said, “I’m just killing what I can’t take care of—”… Then my momma said to me, she looked at me and she said, “I wish I could do that to you.” Maybe she, maybe she shoulda.