this morning #673.

this morning, there were so many bones for him to pick that he didn’t know where to begin. this was nothing new. he often felt wronged like this but his instincts were rarely right. sure, there was that one time when he was certain that a dark cabal was out to destroy him. sure, it turned out to be for real but that was years ago. the perpetrators were still behind bars. the paranoia still lingered. this time, the worry was actually warranted. his father had resurfaced after two decades & he knew it was only a matter of time before he arrived unannounced at his doorstep with all manner of ulterior motives. when that time came, he would have to go on the offensive. he would have to let dad have it.