Wanna know how I got these scars? My father was a drinker and a fiend. One night he goes off crazier than usual. Mommy gets a kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn't like that. Not. One. Bit. He takes the knife to her, laughing as he does it, and turns to me. "Why so serious?" he says. He sticks the blade in my mouth. "Let' s put a smile on that face."
And...Why so serious?