It's funny to me that my fondest memory of my father is something that i wasn't around for idk if i have time to get into it now but i plan to- oh i plan to. I also think it's a bit funny that the only reminder of my father now will be the Pink Floyd CD's i stole from him yesterday when i was helping my grandmother pack her stuff. Bad? Evil? Well you might not think so if you were in my position. I kinda feel guilty to say that im just waiting for my dad to die. . .- WHATS WRONG WITH THIS PERSON!!!!!???!?! Well to be honest everythings wrong with him (i know that's not where you thought i was going with this but thats why its so interesting). All i have to say before i get into a whole story with you is: it is a wonder, a marvel, a MIRACLE that i even exist to tell you this much. Truely my mother has told me (joking of corse) that my father was just a sperm doner, but after all im heard i almost want to hear that. I just hope that with my mothers up bringing is enough to keep me from being any thing like my FAAAAATHER because if i end up like him. . . i will be in alot, ALOT of trouble.
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