antonio.

i've spent all day with him. he's great. what a whole bunch of hair! i'm about to get real serious here: his face is twisted into a grimace because of the nerve damage that came with the accident he had with the car. his legs are smaller and less developed than mine because he isn't supposed to be walking. in fact, his left one was supposed to be amputated a while back, but he has both of his chicken legs! he isn't scared of guns; he's looked down the barrel of one and almost died at the hands of his mother's drunk policeman boyfriend. it may be mother's day, but his mother is nowhere to be found; she has abandoned him three times before he was sixteen. great that he doesn't much miss her. he's like my broken prince! sigh. i'm done.

i wish daddy would just tell momma "Happy Mothers' Day," or something. he really is an ass. i try not to think about him, because compared to people like antonio, my family is really great. i wish i could say "Fuck Daddy," and get away with it, but he is still my father, even if that is how i really feel about him. i could could cut that damned man is his fucking sleep! why are men so damned dumb?! i'm done.

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yeah, chris. no need to apologize. i love you, too. je t'aime.