this whole father trip's a real thing, i mean this thing's a real trip. i always thought if mine lived long enough he'd mellow and have remorse and he did but it was a little empty, and maybe with more time, but you get no more time, and i'm getting to his time of no more time myself, but i leave no one to blog about me, so there it is my ignis fatuus my little sparkler pf a pyrrhic victory i don't want. i remember you saying, can't we be friends, without all this common blood, and i really just wanted a dad.