"The tragically ludicrous, the ludicrously tragic."
Monday, January 26, 2009
He Was Still Your Father.
Thank God her mom was in the kitchen when Judy found the photograph buried beneath Dad's things. She couldn't let her mother see him like this. Not right after the funeral.
Jesus... just who the fuck were you, Dad? What kind of sick, perverted lifestyle were you hiding from us all those years?
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