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September 6, 2013
Finally he went to sleep. I’m pondering “what the fuck!”

This little boy was talking to me like I was his son.

It took every ounce and fiber of my being not to strike out with this brown leather belt.

Who in the hell did he think he was?

In my days I am quite sure if I raised my voice at my dad at his age, I would have found myself somewhere on the floor wondering what in the hell just struck me.

It would have been eagle claw grip, dragon sweeps the tail, knocks out my teeth technique.