Bobby
I had a son. I held him, ya know? He was mine and when he looked up at me? He knew exactly who his daddy was and then it was just taken away, so fuckin' quickly, Bobby. My dad? Doesn't want anything to do with me and even had me questionin' if it was really him. If he was actually my dad. He doesn't ask me to come help him, I told him I was comin' and went and then he died. I sat with his body for hours not even bein' able to conceive that this could actually fuckin' happen. This isn't a place of opportunity, I can't do whatever the fuck I want, Bobby. It seems it's already planned for me, I'm just movin' along and doin' its bidding.