Happy Birthday, Dad...

I'm going to tell you here on a site you don't have access to because I'm not saying squat to you in real life (as usual but especially hurtful on your birthday). On my birthday you walked past me how many times and didn't say squat to me? How many happy birthday wishes have I gotten in my lifetime from you? How many have you given my brother? My mother (a.k.a. your wife still I don't know why either!)? But I expect you to whine and complain like a little child to your family in NC because they are the only ones who will tolerate your ass I wish you'd go to live with them for a month, then they'd come to know you as we do, and will stop hating us and pity you less. Harboring anger is not healthy. As the days of our lives pass and I see friends of mine burying their fathers, I truly hope that some day soon I can come to a good place with you. For now I remain here, behind my steel wall, keeping you out, and protecting my thin skin. SO CHEERS TO YOU! Happy Birthday! One of these days your miserable ass might learn how to treat people and then I'll celebrate you...for now I'll just post it here...