Scrambled Eggs

I make scrambled eggs. In the morning, in the afternoon, in the evening. I butter the pan until the metal is sizzling. I make two eggs, three, maybe more. Im so glad you had a child with a whore. I beat the eggs, like you beat my mother. She seizes up now and then, her face you smothered. And then you strangled me on the floor. I could not breathe. Why would you do that. I was only fourteen. Sprinkle the salt on the eggs when they're finished. At least my scrambled eggs are not vicious.