In the Name of the Father
In the Name of the Father

Summary/Abstract: I don't see why I should give anyone preferential treatment, just because that person happens to be my son. All right, I wouldn't kill him. But that's about it. He's just a stranger to me. I don't give a damn about sentiment, not a bloodydamn. I haven't seen my sons in years, we haven't talked in years, everything that once was has now vanished, evaporated, gone. They might look like me for all I know, but so what? I'm sure I resemble lots of people! I'm an ordinary, forgettable man. The type that gets forgotten. A friend once told me I reminded him of a Pink Floyd guitarist. So? When the guitar player dies I won't shed a tear. And when I die the guitar player won't shed any tears either.

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