Description
Imagine, like the grandfather in this story, being confined to a wheel chair from which you watch your only grandchild--in this case a boy, "Butch"--repeat your past mistakes, like a re-wound video. Already emotionally estranged from the child, who is completely in your care, you can only watch and wait and hope that the video will end, that your misery will subside, before you are forced to use that pistol placed in the chair next to your right hip--on yourself