Monday, September 10, 2007

Dad.


To: the man who always wanted a son.

From: the son who never wanted you.


To sit here and write out everything I have pent up inside would be pointless, but it does need to be let out.

I hope it hurts you every day to know your son would rather stab out his own eyes and walk the desert forever then talk to you. If I make you proud you shouldn't be. I live this life to be proud of me. I love the fact that you will (better) die without ever seeing me. Don't worry I will be at the funeral. You will never meet my kin. You maybe a boxer, but I TKOED your sorry ass. I laughed when I heard stories about people kicking your drunken sorry ass. I hope you live well into old age so the thoughts of "what if?" will plague your dreams. I can only say you have the son you always wanted, but the son who doesn't want you! I hope you had a full life. If by the grace of god you read this, you have my permition to drop dead!

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