Abuse from an early age, formed the kind of sick, and disturbing relationship I have with what is supposedly my father. I don't really think he's my father. "Some people say Lee was abducted." - Puff Daddy (Come With Me / Godzilla Soundtrack) From physically hurting me many times, when I am (now) stronger than him, I was hospitalized for about four months on the same day I threw his light seventy year old body ten feet across the room, from just a one-handed shouder-shove. He flew like an idiot. He is on his last limb. Like Noah, my seventy year old father is trying to build a "bomb shelter" directly outside of my studio, where I used to live. He has had several broken ribs, but "continues" to smoke rotgut cigarettes. I remember more than a few times, being "made to look like an idiot" by my own father. He has made me "look bad in public" numerous times for no reason. When my father gets angry, you can :"tell": that he must not like himself. For the reason of molesting me when I was young when he was too high on LSD to remember ... my dad smoked pot until he was fifty, and probably does other drugs I am not aware of. He has a bad heart, and the death spell contained in the magic book, by Dale Dye, is called, "The Secret Lore Of Magic" (I found out who the true author is) -- and I "so" want my father to die, that I wouldn't mind if he had a heart attack in the middle of the night -- tonight -- or fell down a plot of stairs tomorrow. He is an asshole. A real asshole. I got all my "asshole" traits from him. If you really want someone to blame, look to the source of my anger, and you will see the piece of shit known as Randy Carr Sprague who probably "should" die because he lives like a cockroach, eating slime, and shit-food, smoking cigarettes, and oftentimes "telling me I need to learn this and learn that" when all he knows how to do is fix a plumbing system. He's a lot like the true "Mario" from Mario brothers, really. Maybe the Japanese already knew when my father was starting his plumbing business, and the entire game is a franchise to make fun of him -- since my real DNA mostly hails from Japan, and he was a real wreck when he was starting off sometime around 1980. His business "thrived" .... he made one million dollars out of an entire year, and then had to sacrifice all the money due to property taxes, and to this day, most of my home's income comes from my mother. He doesn't even contribute to the family as much, since he started building his weird "warehouse bomb shelter" since he's dying, he probably found himself on the same track of apocalyptic thinking as every other narcissistic faggot like him. Die you motherfucker. I hope you die with all my heart and soul. And I could easily kick your ass now. He stole his business name from his father, since he has the same name as his own father, and his father -- the "real" Randy Sprague, died almost directly after my father started his great plumbing and heating business. From stomach cancer. I remember seeing his body in the hospital bed looking like he was dying prematurely, and I had "no" idea why. Christ believed in an "eye" for an "eye" -- and so do I. - BLS - BLS - BLS - BLS - BLS - BLS - BLS