Dear Dad,
Thank you for making me realize that a diseased chimp knows more about parenting than you. Thank you for making Micheal Jackson look like father of the year. Thank you for not destroying my old beauty pageant trophies the way you destroyed my trust and faith in you. At least you gave the trophies back, but that trust and love I once had for you is something that you can't give back, you lying bastard. You are a hateful monster who has stolen my faith in men and humanity. You tried to take away my future, destroy my chances at a life outside of this backwater, but I got OUT! I did it without you, and I might be in debt for the rest of my life, but at least I can always know at my heart that I am better than you could ever hope to be. You don't even deserve an entry in my LJ, you lousy sack of filth. I hate you, and I've been more than happy to not have seen you in a year. And after all you've done to sabotage me, you had the gall to send a private detective to spy on me in New York, to scare me to the point of paranoia, to scare my mother by having your lawyer drop information about my friends and college life that he couldn't have known without the help of said private detective. You will never be better than me; I am ten times the human being than you; and I know, as hell is hard, that I will be a better parent than you. I hope you choke on the whore cunt you like so much, and I hope that stupid dog who is worth more than me to you pisses on your grave.
-Fender.
Thank you for making me realize that a diseased chimp knows more about parenting than you. Thank you for making Micheal Jackson look like father of the year. Thank you for not destroying my old beauty pageant trophies the way you destroyed my trust and faith in you. At least you gave the trophies back, but that trust and love I once had for you is something that you can't give back, you lying bastard. You are a hateful monster who has stolen my faith in men and humanity. You tried to take away my future, destroy my chances at a life outside of this backwater, but I got OUT! I did it without you, and I might be in debt for the rest of my life, but at least I can always know at my heart that I am better than you could ever hope to be. You don't even deserve an entry in my LJ, you lousy sack of filth. I hate you, and I've been more than happy to not have seen you in a year. And after all you've done to sabotage me, you had the gall to send a private detective to spy on me in New York, to scare me to the point of paranoia, to scare my mother by having your lawyer drop information about my friends and college life that he couldn't have known without the help of said private detective. You will never be better than me; I am ten times the human being than you; and I know, as hell is hard, that I will be a better parent than you. I hope you choke on the whore cunt you like so much, and I hope that stupid dog who is worth more than me to you pisses on your grave.
-Fender.