Violin, after all is one of the hardest instruments to play. And I see why.

Sadge

I kinda stained my violin with a bit of blood since I didn't realize yet and now it looks like I murdered someone with a violin

OMFG YES

small cut or cutted off.

Well, a cut big enough to where it stained my violin.

Yikessss

alright, pretty big small wound.

Good choice of words

yes

rip

Why is six afraid of seven?

Six hasn't been the same since he left Vietnam. He can seldom close his eyes without opening them again at fear of Charlies lurking in the jungle trees. Not that you could ever see the bastards, mind you. They were swift, and they knew their way around the jungle like nothing else. He remembers the looks on the boys' faces as he walked into that village and... oh, Jesus. The memories seldom left him, either. Sometimes he'd reminisce - even hear - Tex's southern drawl. He remembers the smell of Brooklyn's cigarettes like nothing else. He always kept a pack of Lucky's with him. The boys are gone, now. He knows that; it's just that he forgets, sometimes. And, every now and then, the way that seven looks at him with avid concern in his eyes... it makes him think. Sets him on edge. Makes him feel like he's back there... in the jungle.