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October 28, 2019
So I will write about my father, as instructed, and what I will hold in my head as I write is the sense of how I am nothing to do with him, and he is nothing to do with me. One sperm from one of his excitable spunks penetrated one ovum from one of my mother's ovaries, and this happened. I happened. Big deal.

It's not a big deal. Salmon spread their stupid spawn all over the place and a stupid male leaps through some hoops in mindless desperation, to die in a spunkfest. We are really not much better.