go away, dad, i know you’re the only one here. please don’t lie to me. you just wanted to see me suffer, didn’t you, dad? all these years, you’ve always wanted me to become some kind of top-notch businessman. or a lawyer, i don’t even know. (just so you know i took law school and i hated it, but that’s beyond the point. no it’s not.) you’ve never once, never ONCE thought of what i had to say, and when i told you i wanted to become a musician, you even laughed at me and threw me out of the house! well, it’s true that i’m a terrible musician, but i was starving for three days before mother forced you to let me back in! what kind of parent are you? aren’t parents supposed to be there for their children? and not actively ruining everything they love? all my video games were thrown in the shredder. all of my comics, my beloved dolls, even my priceless picture of pop sensation Beyonce Knowles, you took all that away. you only ever wanted me to become a grey, lifeless blob just like you. well, i’ve had it. you could say i’d also had it when i ran screaming out of the house for the last time to become a fisherman and seize valuable ink from squiddles in order to make myself a living, but i’m having it again. i hate you, dad. please never talk to me. you know what the funny part is? you’re probably not even reading this. you probably don’t even care. you don’t have a son, isn’t that right? little old skipper plumbthroat is nothing to you. i was just a figment of imagination that was dragging you down, wasn’t i? i’ll show you. some day, i’m going to capture enough squiddles and steal enough ink to make my own monopoly, one greater than yours will ever be.
and then you’ll see.
then you’ll ALL see.