~ Today is the anniversary of the death of the Bastard. Eg: my father. Laura says I have a love-hate relationship with pap, I think it's more akin to a hate-tolerate relationship. But she's always analyzing. She should go back to school.

When I see what pap did in his lifetime, I stand in awe. Then I see those he strode over to get to where he was, and I feel the well of disgust begin to bubble up, and I am repulsed. How could one man do so much, yet still remain human?

Not to say that he levels with someone like Kaine, or Hyfe, but there are limits to what a man can do before the humanity flees him.

So here's my toast to you da. To my father, may he rot, he and the riches he acquired by standing upon the broken backs of other men.

~ Hey Dad, you know all that money you spent years gathering? I'm going to give it all away. I don't want it.

Eat that.

~ Today I was but a pen-stroke away from signing over the estate to Mich. You remember him, right paps? The lawyer you hired days before you died, intent upon giving him power of attorney.

The document was there, the pen was in my hand, but for some reason I couldn't give that bloodsucking leech control.

Has your blood finally taken over me? Oh lord I hope not. I doubt I could live with myself if I became a clone of you.