Goodbye, Hellspawn!
Dear Papi:
Remember the time you had a hissy fit when we tried that pizza restaurant in Chicago but you wanted to eat Chinese? You "punished" us by having Mom and I dig through the garbage bin outside the apartment building until we found the Yellow and White Pages that Mom had tossed out because they'd expired.
I remember.
But of course, that never happened because you told a judge that you were just a single guy.
Remember when you left me to rot at age 15 in that lunatic asylum were the real psychos were the doctors, nurses, and employees? You told me they would "send you to jail" if you bailed me out. And then two of your colleagues said to me that I would've died if I hadn't found a way out on my own. Right after they had my stomach pumped to cleanse it of all the filthy meds they were poisoning me with. Remember how you never apologized?
I remember.
But of course, that never happened because you told a judge that you were just a single guy.
Remember how you had me walk for miles up and down those streets in Spain as I was dying of dehydration and hadn't eaten in hours? But you made sure to stop at a McDonald's to see what the prices were for each item in Spanish Pesetas, before continuing my death march.
I remember.
But of course, that never happened because you told a judge that you were just a single guy.
Remember how you told me at your kitchen table that the only ones who had ever helped you in your life were Carrasco and *perhaps* Sobredo?
I remember.
But of course, that never happened because you told a judge that you were just a single guy.
You told a motherfucking judge that you worked like a slave from 1971 through 1994 as a carefree bachelor forced to accept "menial" jobs to work your way through medical school, when you were living off a bank loan and your in-laws' money, and your sister-in-law's money, and you had a wife who cooked and cleaned and washed and dried and fucked you when I wasn't around.
I remember.
But of course, that never happened because you told a judge that you were just a single guy.
I remember so many things.
Your dragging in me front of Carrasco's brats so I could be humiliated by some snot-nosed pieces of shit whom you had taught to hate me as you did with everyone you encountered.
Your flip-flopping from going to blaming my mother for her "lack of ambition" in regards to advancing your career to blaming her for "wanting more" when everything she owned was second-hand or taken straight out of the garbage.
Your renting out an apartment in the city for your mistress while we were already living in the suburbs and being so insanely stupid as to give the realtor our phone number so my mother could take the call the day your apartment was ready.
Your letting me rot in that hellhole because you believed that maniac sadist Rafael Carreira despite mocking him and blaming all of your problems on my mother and your family.
And then you told your Mafia Lawyer Terence Gillespie to rewrite your life story so that my mother and I were erased from it completely? That was the straw that fucking broke the camel in half.
You have made my mother cry so many times that I've lost count of the years I've sought bloody vengeance for all the pain you put us through. You're truly a goddamned monster.
And you still claim that we never existed?
SEVEN FUCKING SCHOOLS IN SEVENTEEN YEARS. CONSTANTLY BEING THE NEW KID. CONSTANTLY BEING BULLIED BY KIDS OF ALL RACES. HAVING TO TAKE PILLS FOR PSYCHIATRIC ILLNESSES WHEN I SHOULD HAVE BEEN GOING OUT WITH GIRLS AND GETTING MY FIRST KISS!
None of THAT happened because of you and your goddamned medical career! And then you tell a federal court that we never existed? That we were never there? ALL OF THAT SUFFERING FOR NOTHING, YOU FUCKING LAME FROM HELL?
Your perjured yourself in front of a judge who went to his grave believing in your bullshit so that you didn't have to pay my mother any more alimony. Because she and I never existed. We read the court transcripts. We told everyone that knew us. Most of them are now dead as well, so you have nothing to fear there, either.
I WAS DIRECTING TRAFFIC IN BETWEEN FUCKING ANGELS STADIUM AND THE FUCKING GROVE OF ANAHEIM FOR FUCKING MINIMUM WAGE WHILE YOU WERE RIPPING OFF THE MEDICAL INSURANCE COMPANIES, THE U.S. GOVERNMENT, AND THE IRS, WHILE LYING TO YOUR PATIENTS ABOUT THEIR HEALTH, AND RIPPING HALF A MILLION DOLLARS WHILE LIVING OFF THEIR MISERY, BUT I'M STILL THE BLACK SHEEP OF THE FAMILY? THE MOTHERFUCKING BORN LOSER???
A lawyer told me that Gladys could have you put away for what is left of your miserable existence. But you know she's unable to do that because, unlike yourself, she has something called pity. She even pitied you when she learned that your "true" son was accepted to "10 different universities" but the nasty people at the IRS kept him from attending even a single one. More lies despite promising a judge to walk the straight and narrow.
Remember when two British universities accepted me off the results of a fucking high school correspondence course? You didn't lift a finger to help me because you wanted me to be a failure like my mother, so you could rub it in our faces every time you wanted a cheap laugh and to feel mighty proud of yourself. I bet you haven't forgotten THAT.
BECAUSE I REMEMBER! I REMEMBER IT ALL, MOTHERFUCKER!
She should have killed you in Woodridge when she found out that you were secretly renting an apartment in the city while we were living in the fucking suburbs.
I should have killed you in Oswego when you said to my face that the only two people who had ever helped you out in life were two fucking stoners from medical school!
But your time will come. You've made enough enemies to write a mystery novel where they find you with a knife sticking out of your fucking back someday.
Watch out, you wicked, goddamned motherfucker. Thanks for blessing me with "the precious gift of life" and then proceeding to ruin all 50 years of it!
Someday, someone shall piss and take a shit on your grave as payback for all you have done to so fucking many. I hope you roast in your fairy tale Christian hell soon enough, you fucking traitor!
MALDITO SEA EL DIA QUE TE ENGENDRARON EL GALLEGO Y LA GENERALA, COJO DE MIERDA! OJALÁ TE HUBIERAS MUERTO DEL POLIO ESE, PUERCO TRAIDOR!
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