You're maybe wrong

 
You're maybe right

“Friday night I crashed your party, Saturday I said I'm sorry
   Sunday came and thrashed it out again
“You told me not to drive, but I made it home alive
   And you said it only proves that I'm insane
“If I'm crazy then it's true, that it's all because of you
   And you wouldn't want me any other way
“You may be right, I may be crazy
   You may be wrong, but you may be right”

  —Billy Joel
 

Verne is WILD. Verne is the correct man to have on your side when the shit hits the fan.

He is a soldier he was born a soldier, he loves the veld he lives for the veld the veld is his home. He sleeps with a Bible under his pillow and when he prays he goes on his knees as one should.

He is incredibly handsome I’ve always hated him for that, and his wife also is dangerously beautiful. Verne is my brother because we had different fathers and different mothers. Our older brother is even worse. We shared many dreams and many nightmares.

He told on me only once, I am happy to say I survived and am alive to tell the story. He denies it up until today. And today I realised he never did, that my father knew long before his dad or even the principal. But he did steal my little blue matchbox car the one with the little doors broken off.

He’s alive but he’s supposed to be dead he should have died a hundred times.

All names had to be changed for the protection of the innocent, for the sake of his family, for my own safety and well-being and in case the police are looking for him. Some detail unfortunately also must be omitted and for the same reasons.

Verne is WILD.